Dead Flowers

everybody’s glued to the papers

the killer got what he deserved

the judge sighed, his sister cried

when the man in the dock found out he got life

(the jury finds you guilty)

alone, alone with the truth and knowing that the truth be known

(the days will slowly pass)

what goes around is gonna come around

that summer I remember

a saturday in a wet july

through a sea of bent umbrellas

duck down low better watch your eye

(those eyes are always on you)

and then I felt a hand at my back

somebody trying to take my stash

(they’re always on the make)

a pickpocket, a pickpocket with his hand on my wallet

is nothing sacred in this goddamn town

they’ll steal anything if it’s not tied down

what goes around is gonna come around

there’s nothing left in this dirty old town

that makes me wanna try and stick around

what goes around is gonna come around

I saw a dead man floating past

with eyes of cloudy broken glass

and all the things that caused him pain

like always forgetting his kid’s birthday are gone, gone,

(I always meant to call you)

all that really matters is what is left to pawn

(how much for this guitar?)

did nobody tell you ….did you miss it somehow?

it’s not astounding and it’s not profound

what goes around is gonna come around

there’s nothing left in this dirty old town

that makes me wanna try and stick around

what goes around is gonna come around