Storm it shook ya down

From the burial ground

There was mud on your face

Barely lost and barely found



And the shrunken heads around your neck

Just replicas of thoughts

Whose day had finally come



You drag it fast

You can drag it slow

But don't drag it this way

End-in-tow



Walked beneath the river bridge

And grabbed the ol' rope swing

Said "Out there

You'll see the bottom

And it swallows while it sings



And the only gold you'll find there

Are caps on these two feet."

Dead dogs float on by



You drag it fast

You can drag it slow

But don't drag it this way

End-in-tow



Better graves than ditches

On this we will agree

There is good earth on the west bank

Good nails and rope and pine



You can picnic at the Cataract

Or paddle to the shore

But you'll join the diggin' party

Just like you did before.



You drag it fast

You can drag it slow

But don't drag it this way

End-in-tow

End-in-tow

End-in-tow



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