You used to be mean, you used to be cruel   But you were laughing then and it was no accident   Where did the mean man go? Is he chasing his shadow?   Is he unhappy to report that the gentleman he found is a terrible bore?      You know it all, you've got all the answers   But if that's the case, what's with the long face?      It's very easy to be brave   With your good foot in the grave   It's very easy to be cold   When there's no one in the world you want to know      It's very easy to be suave   When you're on your guard   Like you always are      The sun goes down and now the shadows arise   And morning is broken as you mourn your life   You smile at your neighbors as you lock your doors   You face up the mirror, mister pimp or whore      Is it hard to let go at the foot of the rainbow?   Just to be informed that the chase was your reward   Here have a crock of gold, keep it for when you're old   Like a week on Tuesday, hey wise man say      It's very easy to be brave   With your good foot in the grave   It's very easy to be cold   When there's nowhere in the world you want to go      It's very easy to be suave   When you're on your guard   Like you always are      The sun goes down and now the shadows arise   And morning is broken as you mourn your life   You smile at your neighbors as you lock your doors   You face up the mirror, mister pimp or whore      The sun goes down and now the shadows arise   And morning is broken as you mourn your life   You smile at your neighbors as you lock your doors   And morning is broken as the pimp or whore      Put me in the ground, put me in the ground   Come on, put me in the ground   The morning is broken   (The morning is broken as you mourn your life)   Come on, put me in the ground   (The sun goes down and now the shadows arise)      Come on, come on, put me in the ground   (The morning is broken as you mourn your life)   The morning is broken   The sun goes down and now the shadows arise   And morning is broken as you mourn your life