I Came Around by Murder By Death
Cars lined up the street
A procession for the thief
The men were restless and the women howled
As they professed their grief
A smoke was lying on his lips
And in his hand a rusty flask
Even in death he'd forced a smile
I oughta give him his dues for going out like that
When you've walked through the valley
Saw the face of death
And you've paid your debts
Well then, is there anything left
Is there anything left?
When you've settled up
Is there anything left?
I came to pay a false courtesy
So you couldn't get the best of me
But the grief hung in the air and mingled with the sweat
I presumed to know your inner workings, but I just guessed
I never thought much about the man
He was always just drifting along
But a couple hours in
We were drunk as sin
I was wrong, I was wrong about him
I came around, I came around, I came around
I took you for a hanger-on
But the way those folks all wept
You must've been doing something right
To move the company you kept
The drinks kept coming and I loosed my tongue
And I talked a little shit
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