Strangers Row

carry my bones to the Strangers Row
you know I could not care less
l've got no name and live got no home
not that I'd let you know
my eyes don't see and my lungs don't breath
and my blood's too dry to run
my tongue is a thick and black hairless tail
that tells no truth nor tales

I used to be the golden boy of the town
there were no match for me
got eyes of a hawk and sniper's nerves
and teeth as strong as steel
well I left my mom like a rag and I bragged
I'll be back with a diamond bag
no city was too great no stake too high
I was fearless and ready to fly

carry my bones to the Strangers Row
you know how I ended up here
just read the scars and the holes in my flesh
it's a book that tells no lies
well I lived like a czar and I broke many hearts
but the fall surely followed the rise
and the vvays of the world they are cruel indeed
for those whose downhill is steep

hear me, hear me, hear me
you know that I need some help
take this doggy bag of bones to the row
where the strangers have their rest
and dig me the ditch where I can lie low
Six feet beneath the ground
I've got no use for a name on the stone
l'd rather be lost than found