Lyrics:

The enemy is at the door
The enemy within.
Dressed up in the strangest clothes,
Smells of drinking Bombay gin.

There's a deadman walking
And his shadow's growing long.
There's a deadman walking
Taking it in
Before his time is gone.

My father was a Russian Jew
My Irish mother crazy.
I see summer, winter, fall.
When grown men
Cry like babies.

There's a deadman walking
And his shadow's growing long.
There's a deadman walking
Taking it in
Before his time is gone.

Wish I never had to leave.
Wish I'd never known.
Wish I could stay here forever.
Watch my garden grow.

There's a deadman walking
And his shadow's growing long.
There's a deadman walking
Taking it in
Before his time is gone.

There's a deadman talking
And his shadow's growing long.
There's a deadman talking
Taking it in
Before his time is gone.

There's a deadman walking
Deadman walking
Deadman talking