You were right I'm hangin' 'round because Light and sound won't separate us from them You were right I'm underground because Slight of hand won't separate your body from the dirt you're standing on today You're the good things yeah that's you... You're the icing on the cake on the table at my wake You're the extra ton of cash on my sinking life raft You're the loud sound of fun when I'm trying to sleep You're the flowers in my house when my allergies come out You're the good things... And help's not short when you're diggin' your grave I'll help you dig it So you're diggin' your grave now you're speakin' my language I'll help you dig it