I was a good man,
if there's anyone good in this place.
I repaid all my debts
I paid for my chance to love.
But I lay in this hole they threw me in,
and nobody remembers me.
I go right through people,
like the Canterville Ghost.
People have offended me a lot,
and nobody gave me an explanation.
Oh, if I could kill them,
I'd do it without any fear.
But I was always an idiot,
who believed in legality.
Now that I'm out,
I finally know what freedom is.
Now that I can love you, babe,
I'm going to love you for real.
While I have air left in me,
you'll never lack warmth.
And never again will I pay attention to
the faces of others,
their stupid mask that pulls
and pulls one backwards.
I've died many times,
gunned down in the city.
But it's better to be a dead person,
than a number that comes and goes.
And in my grave there's a dog,
and things that do me no harm.
After you're dead, babe,
you'll come visit me.
After you're dead, babe,
you'll come visit me.