I take with me where I go A pen and a golden bowl Poet and beggar step in my shoes Or a prince in a purple shawl I bring with me when I return To the
Virgil Caine is my name and I drove on the Danville train Till Stonemans Cavalry came and tore up the tracks again In the winter of '65, we were hungry
You look pretty in your fancy dress But I detect unhappiness You never speak so I have to guess You're not free Dear, maybe when you're old enough You
I've seen the old man sitting 'round The courthouse square back home in town Talkin' about the big war back in 1943 Saying how much good it's done Medals
Ten years in the jailer's eye An' I'm thinkin' 'bout my baby Looking at my life go by Falling in the streets I'm broke An' I'm laughing at the poor man
Carsmile Smith he's the old one Don't you know he's the good one Don'tcha, don'tcha Bessy stood by the side of the grave Like a woman of love would
Carsmile Smith he's the Old One Dontcha you know that he's the Good One Dontcha, dontcha Bessy stood by the side of the grave Like a woman of love
The end of the evening, unable to cope Unique entertainment no longer a joke The close of the picture, the end of the show Merciless torment, torturous
Drank a little too much wine last night Drank a little too much wine last night Got myself into one hell of a fight Drank a little too much wine last
He looked funny The children called him the scarecrow An old raincoat And baggy trousers and sneakers he found at the dump Oh, but if you bothered
Just when every ray of hope was gone I should have known that you would come along I can't believe, I ever doubted you My old friend the blues Another
I wish I had an angel To tell me what I should do With all these troubles Stuck on me like superglue Angel, my spirit's so tired Oh, my spirit's so tired
I came home the other night as drunk as I could be I saw a horse in the stable where my horse ought to be I said to my wife, my pretty little wife, explain
It's Eerie and it's awesome How connected two pods scattered on the surface can become Lazy into one He knows lightnin' kills the other She can't stand
I've had enough of being programmed And told what I ought to do Let's get one thing straight I'll choose my fate And it's got nothing to do with you
Giving up, eating shit Dropping out your whole life Your old ideals, caving in But you don't know that you still serve a purpose As an ugly example to
Me mum don't like the clothes I wear. Me dad don't like my spiky hair. Teachers at school say I'm a fool. But I say to them you're just uncool. Tell me
(Music by Hank Shermann Lyrics by King Diamond) Do you remember the bridge? The bridge that was standing in ruin Do you remember the sign? Demons and