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 hundred 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 just 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
Don't go out
Out
Don't go out
Don't
Compañero en el desfile
Escuché que eras el rey
No dejaste ni maldita cosa atrás
¿Por qué miré a los ojos oscuros del topo?
No había silencio, muchas voces hablaban
Pensando que morí, intenté escuchar
Vi cien sillas sin caballos, galopando
Lárgate de aquí, vete a casa
Eso solías tocar en los shows
Hermana, hermana, hermana
Ve cómo los muebles se van
Ella simplemente no tenía la plata
Para mantenerte en ese agujero lamentable
Dinero, dinero, dinero
No te deja dormir
Cambiando de tumba en el cementerio
Te enterraron tantas veces
No pueden encontrar tu cuerpo
Lárgate de aquí, vete a casa
Eso solías tocar al final de los shows
En medio del desfile, estabas espumando por la boca
'¿No divagó hasta que el carnicero lo derribó?'
Tonto, todo lo que tocas en este sueño cambiante
O se va a quemar o a ser enterrado
Todas tus joyas van de pueblo en pueblo
Todas tus bellezas, no voy a decir dónde están ahora
Lárgate de aquí, vete a casa
Eso solías tocar al final de los shows
En medio del desfile, estabas espumando por la boca
Niños, enciendan la radio y no salgan
No salgan
Fuera
No salgan
No