[Instrumental Intro] Yeah, I went down to see an old friend I had been told He used his crapper like some sort of launch pad Left it yawning at the big unknown While he folded on the tiles like I folded somewhere Some time, so long ago And he left me with the task of saying "That’s him there, but where now I do not care to know" The doc said they’d found pills by his bed And his liver had bled That’s where they took a coat hanger From around his neck This weren't no accident So I said "Doc, we’ll get this straight right now I give as much of a fuck about all that now As he does laying here naked Digging you as you yap about how" And he turned from my friend Looked me from head to toe I said "I'm fine, and I don’t need a check up I'm going home" He said "I'm not a doctor, man, I am a coroner And you can leave anytime you wish" While he regarded me quite prematurely Like he’d done so many stiffs And I walked away, and I felt okay And that kinda made me think I got to walking the streets I’d played in as a boy I hit the bar to get me some drinks And they bought me drinks But all their good will left them tasting like Chasers for my life That’s when I realised that I was so alone I felt like I might die How are we meant to make the rent When we all live alone? It’s like my old lady says: “I can’t stand it when you get home" When you get home When you get home When you get home And I said Lord, my eyes I get so tired sometimes, I could sleep forever And I said Lord, my eyes You make me so tired sometimes, I could sleep forever [Instrumental Break] Yeah, I went down to see an old friend See, I had been told He used his crapper like some sort of launch pad And left it yawning at the big unknown And while he folded on the tiles like I folded somewhere Some time, so long ago And he left me with the task of saying "That’s him there, but where now I do not care to know" How are we meant to make the rent When we all live alone? It’s like my old lady says: “I can’t stand it when you get home" When you get home When you get home When you get home Oh, Lord [Instrumental Break] When you get home When you get home When you get home Lord, when you get home
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