ashes to ashes

Well, you walk like a stranger 
Head back into here
Bringing gifts while you act 
So sincere
Bringing gifts for a boy 
Who's five years
Looking for rocks and training wheels

I don't remember you from any of those books
Ashes to ashes and six feet under
Face down in a box
Where'd you ever learn to treat me like that

You don't seem to have any of that 
famous stuff
You know the hardwood floors 
And all that penniless rough
Your bad luck follows you like a heart attack
Twist your fingers
Soon as break your back

I don't remember you from any of those books
Ashes to ashes and six feet under
Face down in a box
Where'd you ever learn to treat me like that that that 

It's coming from another with a mother who's just like yours
Bringing you headaches and all those mental sores
Take a little, have some, need some for yourself
Like the needy and the greedy always seem by themselves
Well, you must be, have to be one of these
Hiding under the shade under your family tree
Didn't I meet you once in a liquor store
I think I saw you hanging by the stage door
Handing out programs to the family theater
Deprived a role so you don't mistreat her

Take it wild
Take it fast
You never gave yourself a chance

I don't remember you from any of those books
Ashes to ashes and six feet under
Face down in a box
Where did you ever learn to treat me like that, that, that, that

Words and Music by Jakob Dylan
(p) & (c) 1992

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