Somber • Philosophical • Reflective

Lyrics

Dead at 250
God rest her soul
Lower lady liberty
Down in the hole

Some folks leave things
Better than they found ’em
And others leave
And we’re better off without ’em

Ain’t it a shame
When it’s time to go
Maybe aint maybe
Maybe means no

Some folks leave things
Better than they found ’em
And others leave
And we’re better off without ’em

Alabaster carved like clay
Turned in circles on the lathe
Like thorns on roses adorn a crown
What goes up, can come down

Ain’t it a pain
It just ain’t right
We’re in the dark
Bring your own light

Some folks leave things
Better than they found ’em
And others leave
And we’re better off without ’em