Before you turned your back on me in the end
And I've got to be dumb
I'm willing to try to forgive and forget this thing
And in more ways than one
And it's always in fun
And in more ways than one
And I've got to be dumb
When you used to be my friend
And in more ways than one
Then I've got to be dumb
If it's always in fun
I'm digging a hole with my hands six feet in the ground
If it happens again
Meet this friend indeed
And I lay you to rest
I'm chiseling this epitaph for a stone that I found
I'm building a box made of wood from a tree that I grew
I'm learning to live with the guilt of remembering
I'm sewing the lining in silk that I spun just for you
And it's happened again
Pull a fast one on me
May he rest in peace and get on with
I put flowers on your chest, on your chest
And it's always in fun
While I pass you by
You can undo what you've done
If it's always in fun
Hold my breath while I pass
That's gone too long
You were right, I was wrong, so wrong
And it's happened again
But enough's enough
And it's happened again
And it's always in fun
Pull a fast one on me
Pull a fast one on me
And it's always in fun
Pull a fast one on me
