Oh you got the time And you need my arms So you need my help Why should i help you at all? Don't you know i would give to you When i was down and out into you But what is there to do when you haven't done anything But I'm done treading water Hands to my side I'll slowly drown When i wash up tomorrow. surely they'll tell The story of the paperback suicide Dead author in the public eye Died enlightened and the masterstroke in his hand Went straight into the ground Won't you read it to me? Now the end is near And i'm not feeling well But would you change your mind If i helped you after all Oh i need your arms 'cause i'm so down 'n' out But is the story that there's no story after all? I'm done walking tightropes, feet to the edge... i'll slowly falll When i smash into pieces... surely they'll tell... The story of the paperback suicide Dead author in the public eye Died enlightened and the masterstroke in his mind Went straight into the ground Oh won't you read it to me? Lower it down in the dirt with the devil. let it on down and there it goes Drop it down in the ground keep it buried Drop it on down, witht he sunken ghost Down in the basement and set on the shelf The unwritten story, the ghostwriter left Down in the basement Where no light can get in and no thoughts can get out and in the end it goes..... Straight into the ground