| Lyrics: | He slips in through the back door
and helps himself to the patients' medicine.
And he likes
to look important.
And he always looks like he's important.
And each tale that he tells of
the lives that he's saved
is a spade full of dirt as he's digging his grave.
And the deep
blackened hollow he's patched with a badge
is the happiness he's never had, and he says, |
