Beck

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Fourteen miles away from a landfill grave
Never pawned my watch and chain
To the landlord living inside my head
Never paid my rent 'til the lights went dead
And I saw my sign coming up the road
Dead ditch waitin' for to bury my load
On the avenues in the plain of day
Threw a Roosevelt dime in a bucket of rain
Ohh ohh oh oh
Ohh ohh oh oh
Now hold your hand up to the plow
Work the dirt til the sun goes down
What's left of death is more than fear
Let dust be dust and the good Lord near
It's a little too much to ask of faith
A little too late to wait for fate
So tell the angels what you've seen
Scarecrow's shadow on the Nazarene
Ohh ohh oh oh
Ohh ohh oh oh
Kindness will find you
When darkness is falling round your bend
Kindness will follow
Children will wander 'til the end