You're the Good Things (It's Alright to Die)

You were right, I'm hanging 'round because
Light and sound won't separate us from them
You were right, I'm underground because
Slight of hand won't separate your body from the dirt you're standing on today

You're the good things
Yeah, that's you, yeah, that's you, yeah

You're the icing on the cake on the table at my wake
You're the extra ton of cash in my sinking life raft
You're the loud sound of fun when I'm trying to sleep
You're the flowers in my house when my allergies come out

You're the good things, you're the good things
You're the good things

You were right, I'm hanging 'round because
Light and sound won't separate us from them
You were right, I'm underground because
Slight of hand can't separate your body from the dirt you're standing on today

And the help's not short when you're digging your grave
And the help's not short, I'll help you dig it
And the help ain't short when you're digging your grave
And the help ain't short, I'll help you dig it

So you're digging your grave
Now you're speaking my language
And the help's not short