Yummyman Farewell by The White Whale Lyrics

Shadows point the way
And show you how to feel
As you try to pay them back
With what you could steal

But the debt you thought was owed
Could never be repaid
And promises once fussed about
Were never made

What was to quantify
What first must be felt
Even the poorest ones would refuse
That kind of hell

Out there near the ditch
Where you made your stand
With the woes pinned to your chest
And dirt on your hands

Dear, dear, dearly departed
I bid thee farewell
You must not finish what you started
And receive what you tried to sell
Oh my god, pour it over me
I can't believe it's true
Did it once so purposefully
But now take a look at you
Look at you

Dear, dear, dearly departed
I bid thee farewell
You must not finish what you started
And receive what you tried to sell

Oh my god, pour it over me
I can't believe it's true
Did it once so purposefully
But now take a look at you
Look at you