I like a tombstone cause it Weathers well And if it stands or if it crumbles Only time will tell
If you carve my name in marble You must cut it deep There'll be no dancing on the gravestone You must let me sleep And time is burning burning burning It burns away
I don't need to see the gates of Famous men But I do try to see the kingdom Every now and then
If you ask me where it is it's on a Humble map And I know that to enter in the doorway Show your handicap And time is burning burning burning It burns away
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