It's impatience that's holding back the clocks It's a life of dates and documents The soul searchers wheel and deal If you're looking for repentance They'll hand you down a sentence
Far away in pittsburg or paris Love's for sale and so reasonably priced The answers are few and far between It just bed sheets, my friend They're blowin? in the wind
Chorus Tombstone, tombstone I know your face One day I'll meet you down at that special place The hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hire And I can't tell a shooting star from a bird on fire Tombstone, tombstone Tombstone, tombstone
There's a pump organ that lives on air I can hear it from the market place Pallid mourners in the crowd Some are withered but alive Where a burnin? past can find
The parishioners pour into the square Thinking there before his grace go i By they are mum with deafened ears The neediest of sinners Will forget it before dinner
Chorus Tombstone, tombstone I know your face One day I'll meet you down at that special place The hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hire And I can't tell a shooting star from a bird on fire Tombstone, tombstone Tombstone, tombstone
Are you the jailer or will you set me free How many misdemeanors can one felony Tombstone
Chorus Tombstone, tombstone I know your face One day I'll meet you down at that special place The hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hire And I can't tell a shooting star from a bird on fire Tombstone, tombstone Tombstone, tombstone Tombstone, tombstone
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