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The enemy is at the door
The enemy within
Dressed up in the strangest clothes
Smells of drinking Bombay gin
There's a deadman walking
And his shadow's growing long
There's a deadman walking
Taking it in
Before his time is gone
My father was a Russian Jew
My Irish mother crazy
I see summer, winter, fall
When grown men
Cry like babies
There's a deadman walking
And his shadow's growing long
There's a deadman walking
Taking it in
Before his time is gone
Wish I never had to leave
Wish I'd never known
Wish I could stay here forever
Watch my garden grow
There's a deadman walking
And his shadow's growing long
There's a deadman walking
Taking it in
Before his time is gone
There's a deadman talking
And his shadow's growing long
There's a deadman talking
Taking it in
Before his time is gone
There's a deadman walking
Deadman walking
Deadman talking