Pickled Ginger

Alone in the zone of the sad Where no one gives a zig to the zag I'll never let you rot I'll never bet you don't know Some might glisten the knot I'll never let it show I know when I'm towing the drag Where no one gives a zig to the zag I might have to let you rot I'm sad to let you go I can't remember the night I know what I'll never know No one tells me how to behave I'm mowing and I'm growing the grave No one tells me how to be saved I'll know until I go to my grave I'll never let you rot I'll never bet you don't know Some might glisten the knot I'll never let it show I'm going to let it rot You'll never guess what's below Some might glisten the knot I'll never let it show