And all of our plans came to nothing, it seems.
And the young and the hatefully Born to inherit this beauty we made, That they'll never know debt
So tear out my name from the books of the law I don't want a part of the past anymore And scrub out every line in my biography And don't let me influence no one.
For the trophies and the tokens And the aching little photos And no man should be a miner But I could spit a hole in diamond When the clocking-out bell tolls.
How we danced, you and I, Beneath the cut glass sky With our hands waving mimicing How other hands were free Life's a beach that you build, So tear out my name from the books of the law I don't want a part of the past anymore And burn every record in my discography And don't let me influence no one.
Pack up my books in the old oak chest Saddle me a horse and point me to the west Fill up my hip flask, load up my gun And point me to the setting sun. More from The Indelicates