Oh you got the time   And you need my arms   So you need my help   Why should i help you at all?   Don't you know i would give to you   when i was down and out into you   But what is there to do when you haven't done anything      But I'm done treading water   hands to my side   I'll slowly drown   when i wash up tomorrow. surely they'll tell      the story of the paperback suicide   dead author in the public eye   died enlightened and the masterstroke in his hand   went straight into the ground   won't you read it to me?      now the end is near   and i'm not feeling well   but would you change your mind   if i helped you after all   oh i need your arms   'cause i'm so down 'n' out   but is the story that there's no story after all?      i'm done walking tightropes, feet to the edge... i'll slowly falll   when i smash into pieces... surely they'll tell...      the story of the paperback suicide   dead author in the public eye   died enlightened and the masterstroke in his mind   went straight into the ground   oh won't you read it to me?      lower it down in the dirt with the devil. let it on down and there it goes   drop it down in the ground keep it buried   drop it on down, witht he sunken ghost   down in the basement and set on the shelf   the unwritten story, the ghostwriter left   down in the basement   where no light can get in and no thoughts can get out and in the end it goes.....      straight into the ground.