Lyrics:

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 won'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 on 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 help's not short when you're digging your grave
And help's not short (short), I'll help you dig it
And help's not short (short) when you're digging your grave (grave)
And help's not short (short, short), I'll help you dig it
And help's not short when you're speaking my language
And help's not short (short), I will help you dig it
And help's not short when you're speaking my language
And help's not short (short)