Buddy in the Parade

I heard you were the king
 you didn't leave behind
 a goddamn thing
 Why did I look
 into the dim eye of the mole?
 There was no silence there
 many voices spoke
 Thinking I died
 I tried to listen
 I saw one hundered saddles
 without horses, galloping.
 Get outta here, go home
 That's what you used to
 play at shows
 Sister Sister Sister
 watches the furniture go.
 She didn't have the scratch
 to keep you in that sorry hole
 Money Money Money don't
 let you sleep
 switching graves in the cemetery
 they buried you so many times
 can't find your body
 Get outta here, go home
 That's what you used to play
 at the ends of shows
 In the middle of the parade
 you were frothing at the mouth
 "Didn't he ramble til the butcher
 cut him down?"
 Fool, all you touch on this
 turning dream
 is either gonna be burned
 or buried
 All your jewelry goes around
 from town to town
 All your pretty ones, I'm not gonna say
 where they are now
 Get outta here, go home
 That's what you used to play
 at the ends of shows
 In the middle of the parade
 you were frothing at the mouth
 Children, turn on your
 radio and don't go out