Pity Songtext
von Boy Golden

Hammers to hammers to ashes to dust
Fingers and nails and calico rust
We all go the way of the amber-soaked dusk
When my day comes I′ll do as I must

Isn't it a pity, isn′t it a shame?
Living in the city, isn't it a pity
What people call fame
These days

Easy to carry but heavy to hold
Would you remarry if I'm first to go?
I like what you′re wearing babe take off your clothes
Sometimes it′s best if we do as we're told


Isn′t it a pity, isn't it a shame?
Living in the city, isn′t it a pity
What people call brains
These days

Sometimes I feel like I'm already home
There′s peace in my heart and gold in these bones
When I get restless I set out to roam
And when I get tired I sleep on my own

Isn't it a pity, isn't it a shame?
Living in the city, isn′t it a pity
What people call strange
What people call brains
What passes for fame
These days
These days