Dead Man, Dead Man When Will You

Businessmen, They Drink My Wine, Plowmen Dig My Earth. None Of Them Along The Line Know What Any Of It Is Worth.

Time Is An Ocean, But It Ends At The Shore.

And I Hope That You Die And Your Death'll Come Soon I Will Follow Your Casket In The Pale Afternoon And I'll Watch While You're Lowered Down To Your Deathbed And I'll Stand O'er Your Grave 'til I'm Sure That You're Dead

I Think I Have A Dualistic Nature.

You Get Older. You Start Having Hopes For Other People Rather Than Yourself.