Eraserheads: Poor mans grave

Jul 31, 2007

I know a man who had nothing
He was a poor man all his life
He lived in a shack by the roadside
With starving kids and a loving wife

He went to church every Sunday
He prays from morning until night, he said
Good Lord, why have you forsaken me
When everything I did I thought was right

Now my life is coming to an end
There’s only one thing I’m wishing for
All my days I have never sinned
So I hope you wont ignore
What I’m asking for

Oh honey when I die
Dress me up in a coat and tie
Give my feet a pair of shoes
That I haven’t wore in a long time
Put me in a golden box
Not a cross on a pile of rocks
Bury me where the grass is green
And the gates are shining

Oh honey when I die
Give me a bed of roses
Where I could lie
I’m gonna use up all the money that I saved
Coz I dont wanna lie in a poor man’s grave

I know a man who had nothing
He dreamed of satin sheets all his life
He lived and worked like a dog
Licking every boot he sees just to survive

He comes home drunk every night
Wakes up the kids and talks to his wife, he said
Honey you have been so good to me
I only wish we had a better life

And now my life’s coming to an end
There’s only one thing I’m wishing for
All my days I have lived in shame
So I hope you wont ignore
Just what I’m asking for

Oh honey when I die
Dress me up in a coat and tie
Give my feet a pair of shoes
That I haven’t wore in a long time
Put me in a golden box
Not a cross on a pile of rocks
Bury me where the grass is green
And the gates are shining

Oh honey when I die
Give me a bed of roses
Where I could lie
I’m gonna use up all the money that I saved
Coz I dont wanna lie in a poor man’s

Oh honey when I die
Give me a bed of roses
Where I could lie
I’m gonna use up all the money that I saved
Coz I dont wanna lie in a poor man’s grave

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