They buried me In a suit made of old lighters And magazines
Mostly pages of Mother Jones And The Nation Better Living, bits of patience Which you'll need Drove away in the Valiant My old man that he gave me Slant six, busted tail light Ivory Green When the days come down
And we're laid right out
Catch you catching me When the days come down ♪ I was interred In a church without no ceiling With a bear who was out eating Watching from the trees And as I stood upon the waters Their silhouettes, my daughter Waving back at me Well sometimes I get it What it is I came for Like the screaming of your first born Sounds like singing When the days come down And we're laid right out
Catch you catching me When the days come down ♪ When they catch you catching me, oh When they catch you catching me Gonna catch you catching me, oh Gonna catch you catching me Gonna catch you catching me, oh