In Memoriam

[Verse 1] Tell me what have I done, to deserve this golden sun? To deserve this golden sun, what have I done? I was walking down by the tracks, where the communist bees relax In their hives of golden wax, when I thought I should run [Chorus] I was whistling past the grave The grave of old Tom Paine When I heard my mother call my name Fly away home [Verse 2] She was watching The Price Is Right Or the Wheel with Vanna White Wrapped in ephemeral light With hеr head in her hands [Verse 3] It's a mystery so surrеal No newsman will ever reveal How destiny spun the wheel And killed my old man [Chorus] I was whistling past the grave The grave of old Tom Paine When I heard my mother call my name Fly away home [Verse 4] Well my father was poor as the rain And his father was poor the same And I'm poor as poor Hart Crane But that's neither here nor there [Verse 5] And I'm wasted and nearly in tears With the same old working class fears Pulling coins from the children's ears In grief and despair [Chorus] I was whistling past the grave The grave of old Tom Paine When I heard my mother call my name Fly away home