Dead Flowers (The Walls)

everybody’s glued to the papers the killer got what he deserved the judge sighed, his sister cried when the man in the dock found out he got life (the jury finds you guilty) alone, alone with the truth and knowing that the truth be known (the days will slowly pass) what goes around is gonna come around that summer I remember a saturday in a wet july through a sea of bent umbrellas duck down low better watch your eye (those eyes are always on you) and then I felt a hand at my back somebody trying to take my stash (they’re always on the make) a pickpocket, a pickpocket with his hand on my wallet is nothing sacred in this goddamn town they’ll steal anything if it’s not tied down what goes around is gonna come around there’s nothing left in this dirty old town that makes me wanna try and stick around what goes around is gonna come around I saw a dead man floating past with eyes of cloudy broken glass and all the things that caused him pain like always forgetting his kid’s birthday are gone, gone, (I always meant to call you) all that really matters is what is left to pawn (how much for this guitar?) did nobody tell you ….did you miss it somehow? it’s not astounding and it’s not profound what goes around is gonna come around there’s nothing left in this dirty old town that makes me wanna try and stick around what goes around is gonna come around