Well, whether there was a murder, I don't know, I wasn't thereI was busy visiting a friend in jailThere were just two women on the scene at the timeNeither one of 'em saw a thing, both of 'em were wearing veilsThey said it was a natural situationHe reached too high and tumbled back to the groundYou know what they say about being nice to people on your way up"You might meet 'em again on your way back down"But it's too late to bring him backToo late, too late, too late, too late, too late to bring him backHe had a brother named Paul hang out at the cafe royalWhere Miss Dolly plays and the reviews have been mixedWell, he's pretty to look at looking for someone to throw the book atBut you know that he drinks and drinks, can't be fixedSing me one more song about your summer romance, I knowYou don't know "Motherless Children"sing me the one about you and Errol FlynnIn these times of compassion where conformity's a fashionSay one more stupid thing to me before the final nail is driven inBut it's too late to bring him backToo late, too late, too late, too late, too late to bring him backDr. Silver Spoon from the empress ballroomHe's a retired businessman who feeds off everyone he's touchedGives money to the church and foundations for researchHe's not someone you can play around with too muchBut then there's Rosetta Blake who's been to both sides of the lakeShe's rough to look at but she's righteously fitShe'll feed you coconut bread and spiced buns in bedYou won't have to worry 'bout sleeping face downwith your head in the plateBut it's too late to bring him backToo late, too late, too late, too late, too late to bring him backYou'll arrange to see your man tonightWho tells you some secret things you think might open some doorsHow to enter the gates of paradise, no not reallyMore like how to go crazy from carrying a burdenthat's never meant to be yoursFrom the stage they'll be doing the bumps and the grindsA whore will pass the hat, collect a hundred grand and say thanksThey like to take all this money from sinand build big universities to study inAnd sing Amazing Grace all the way to the Swiss BankBut it's too late to bring him backToo late, too late, too late, too late, too late to bring him backThey got some serious people out there, manThey can ring your bell and show you how to hold your tongueThey don't come to party, manThey kill babies in the crib and say only the good die youngThey don't believe in mercyAnd judgment on them is something you'll never seeThey can put your face on a postage stampTurn your home into an armed camp anyway they want youThat's the way you'll beBut it's too late to bring him backToo late, too late, too late, too late, too late to bring him backYes, I loved him tooI still see him in my mind climbing up that hillOr was it a wall, I don't recallIt don't matter at all and it never willAin't nothing left here partnerJust the dust of fools that have left their mark in spadesFrom now on this will be where you're fromLet the dead bury the dead, your time will comeFeel that hot iron glowing now as you raise the shadesBut it's too late to bring him backToo late, too late, too late, too late, too late to bring him back
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Well, whether there was a murder, I don't know, I wasn't there
I was busy visiting a friend in jail
There were just two women on the scene at the time
Neither one of 'em saw a thing, both of 'em were wearing veils
They said it was a natural situation
He reached too high and tumbled back to the ground
You know what they say about being nice to people on your way up
"You might meet 'em again on your way back down"
But it's too late to bring him back
Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late to bring him back
He had a brother named Paul hang out at the cafe royal
Where Miss Dolly plays and the reviews have been mixed
Well, he's pretty to look at looking for someone to throw the book at
But you know that he drinks and drinks, can't be fixed
Sing me one more song about your summer romance, I know
You don't know "Motherless Children"
sing me the one about you and Errol Flynn
In these times of compassion where conformity's a fashion
Say one more stupid thing to me before the final nail is driven in
But it's too late to bring him back
Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late to bring him back
Dr. Silver Spoon from the empress ballroom
He's a retired businessman who feeds off everyone he's touched
Gives money to the church and foundations for research
He's not someone you can play around with too much
But then there's Rosetta Blake who's been to both sides of the lake
She's rough to look at but she's righteously fit
She'll feed you coconut bread and spiced buns in bed
You won't have to worry 'bout sleeping face down
with your head in the plate
But it's too late to bring him back
Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late to bring him back
You'll arrange to see your man tonight
Who tells you some secret things you think might open some doors
How to enter the gates of paradise, no not really
More like how to go crazy from carrying a burden
that's never meant to be yours
From the stage they'll be doing the bumps and the grinds
A whore will pass the hat, collect a hundred grand and say thanks
They like to take all this money from sin
and build big universities to study in
And sing Amazing Grace all the way to the Swiss Bank
But it's too late to bring him back
Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late to bring him back
They got some serious people out there, man
They can ring your bell and show you how to hold your tongue
They don't come to party, man
They kill babies in the crib and say only the good die young
They don't believe in mercy
And judgment on them is something you'll never see
They can put your face on a postage stamp
Turn your home into an armed camp anyway they want you
That's the way you'll be
But it's too late to bring him back
Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late to bring him back
Yes, I loved him too
I still see him in my mind climbing up that hill
Or was it a wall, I don't recall
It don't matter at all and it never will
Ain't nothing left here partner
Just the dust of fools that have left their mark in spades
From now on this will be where you're from
Let the dead bury the dead, your time will come
Feel that hot iron glowing now as you raise the shades
But it's too late to bring him back
Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late to bring him back
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