Heavy Head

Have you seen the place they keep the dead?
Do you still have a heavy head?
You work your fingers to the bone.
Put on a wooden overcoat.
Does anybody know the best way to get home?
It’s getting late and I’m afraid of my own shadow.
I should get singing before my song’s been sung.
Youth is wasted on the young.
«You leave this place, you leave your pride.»
Don’t threaten me with better times.
You ask me what our future holds.
I’ll dig a hole and say, «let's go».
Your heart of gold turned into stone.
Don’t ask what you don’t want to know. But I wanna know.
Does anybody know the best way to get home?
It’s getting late and I’m afraid of my own shadow.
I should get singing before my song’s been sung.
Youth is wasted on the young.