Brendan Benson - Gold into straw      I'm writing the words to this song with a poison pen    I'm turing straw into gold and then back again    When you used to be my friend    Before you turned your back on me in the end       I'm building a box made of wood from a tree that I grew    I'm sewing the lining in silk that I spun just for you    And I lay you to rest    I pour flowers on your chest, on your chest       And it's happened again    Pull a fast one on me    And I've got to be dumb    If it's always in fun       I'm digging a hole with my hands six fee in the ground    I'm chiseling this epitaph on a stone that I found    Meet this friend indeed    May he rest in peace and get on with       I'm learning to live with the guilt of remembering    I'm willing to try to forgive and forget this thing    That's gone on too long    You were right, I was wrong, so wrong       And it's happened again    Pull a fast one on me    And I've got to be dumb    If it's always in fun       But enough's enough    Hold my breath while I pass    While I pass you by       And it's happened again    Pull a fast one on me    You can undo what you've done    And it's always in fun    If it happens again    Pull a fast one on me    Then I've got to be dumb    And in more ways in one       And it's always in fun    And in more ways in one