You're the Good Things (It's Alright to Die)

You were right I'm hanging 'round because

Light and sound won't separate us from them

You were right I'm underground because

Sleight of hand can't separate your body

From the dirt you're standing on today

You're the good things yeah that's you, yeah that's you, yeah

You're the icing on the cake on the table at my wake

You're the extra ton of cash in my sinking life raft

You're the loud sound of fun when I'm trying to sleep

You're the flowers in my house when my allergies come out

You're the good things

You're the good things

You're the good things

You were right I'm hanging 'round because

Light and sound won't separate us from them

You were right I'm underground because

Sleight of hand can't separate your body

From the dirt you're standing on today

And the help ain't short

When you're digging your grave, now

And the help's not short

I'll help you dig it

And the help's not short

So you're digging your grave, now

And the help ain't short

And I'll help you dig it

You're speaking my language

And the help's not short

I'll help you dig it

And the help's not short

When you're digging your grave, now

And the help's not short