Well you can walk like a stranger, head back in your hair
Bringing gifts, while you act so sincere
Bringing gifts, oh boy, he~s five years
A game for rocks and traini ing wheels
Well I don~t remember you from any of those books
Ashes to ashes, and six feet under face down in a box
Where~d you ever learn to treat me like that
You don~t see that, baby ahh , that famous stuff
You know the Harvard folds law, that penniless rough
Your bad luck follows you like a heart attack
Twist your fingers, soon as break your back
Well I don~t remember you from any of those books
Ashes to ashes, and six feet under face down in a box
Where~d you ever learn to treat me like that
It~s coming from another withered mother who~s just like yours
Bringing you aches and all those mental sores
Take a little half, so need some for yourself
Like an itty in the gritty, they always seem by themselves
Well you must be, had-to-be, one of these
Honey, on the shed on the open tree
Didn~t I meet you once in a liquor store
I think I saw you hanging by the stage door
Handing out programs to the family theater
Deprive the row, so you don~t miss her or treat her
You take it
Why take it?
Fast and ever
If you gave yourself a chance
Well I don~t remember you from any of those books
Ashes to, ashes and six feet under faced down in a box
Where~d you ever learn to treat me like that?
(the song fades out on these chords)