When you're down in the rubbish
Looking for some of my old songs
Well don't expect me to
Come out and watch you perform
When you're riding on my coat-tails
Put the pen to the contract
And you'll never come back
You'll be pushed into the back of van
With a bag around your head
I'm the boy that you let die
And as I'm waltzing through the graveyard
To the Ballad of the Toad Eaters
Well, our lawyers can't decide
If you are
Riding on my coat-tails
...
This is the Ballad of the Toad Eaters