Well, wether there was a murderI 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 thingBoth of 'em were wearing veilsThey said it was a natural situationHe reached too high and tumbled back to the groundYou know what they sayabout being nice to people on your way upYou might meet 'em again on your way back downBut its too late to bring him backToo late, too late, too latetoo late, too late, to bring him backHe had a brother named PaulHang out at the cafe royalWhere Miss Dolly plays and the reviews have been mixedWell, he's pretty to look atLooking for someone to throw the book atBut you know that he drinks and drinks can be fixedSing me one more song about your summer romanceI know you don't know motherless childrenSing me the one about you and Errol FlynnIn these times of compassionWhere conformity's a fashionSay one more stupid thing to meBefore the final nail is driven inBut its too late to bring him backToo late, too late, too latetoo late, too late, to bring him backDr. Silver Spoon from the empress ballroomHe's a retired businessmanWho feeds off everyone he's touchedHe gives money to the church and foundations for researchHe's not someone you can play around with to muchBut then theres Rosetta BlakeWho's been to both sides of the lakeShe's rough to look atBut she's righteously fitShe'll feed you coconut bread and spiced buns in bedYou won't have to worry about sleepingface down with your head in the plateBut its 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 paradiseNo not reallyMore like how to go crazyfrom carrying a burden that'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 big build universities to study inAnd sing amazing grace all the way to the Swiss bankBut its 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 a armed campAnyway they want youThats the way you'll beBut its 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 wallI don't recallIt don't matter at all honeyAnd it never willAin't nothin' 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 deadYour time will comeFeel that hot iron glowing now as your raise the shadesBut its too late to bring him backToo late, too late, too late, too late, too late, to bring him back
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Well, wether 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 its 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 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 its 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
He gives money to the church and foundations for research
He's not someone you can play around with to much
But then theres 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 about sleeping
face down with your head in the plate
But its 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 big build universities to study in
And sing amazing grace all the way to the Swiss bank
But its 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 a armed camp
Anyway they want you
Thats the way you'll be
But its 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 honey
And it never will
Ain't nothin' 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 your raise the shades
But its too late to bring him back
Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late, to bring him back
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