Heavy Head

Have you seen the place they keep the dead
 Do you still have a heavy head?
 You work your fingers to the bone
 Put on your wooden overcoat
 Does anybody know the best way to get home
 It's getting late and I'm afraid of my own shadow
 I should get singing before my song's been sung
 Youth is wasted on the young
 You leave this place
 You leave your pride
 Don't threaten me with better times
 You ask me what our future holds
 I'll dig a hole and I'll say let's go
 Your heart of gold turned into stone
 Don't ask what you don't want to know
 But I want to know
 Does anybody know the best way to get home
 It's getting late and I'm afraid of my own shadow
 I should get singing before my song's been sung
 Youth is wasted on the young