Lyrics
“If I Was Dead”
Martin was a Russian Jew
With a gun at your head
There's not a God damn thing to do
One day without being seen
His ship was shot down by
A German submarine
Post war he started drinking more
Then there was a fire at the
Downtown family store
Dying's not a kindly theft
Early on he drank himself to death
If I was dead would you cherish this song
If I came back would I belong
I'm losin’ my mind again
Lyin’ on the bedroom floor
Please call me on the telephone
Tell me I'm not alone
I'm so tired and hurt I don't know
If I can do it anymore
They say that bad luck comes in threes
I don't know when it rains it pours
Searching for a way out of this mess
It’s kinda hard when you're feeling so depressed
I'll try to do it anyway
Think about my family
Try to find the words to say
And wait for the perfect day
Kelly was an English pilot
Who flew over seas in a
Dark sky hued in violet
Never talked about what he'd seen
Or done or become
‘Cause in a war there's nothing won
His sons lived in isolation of mind
If one searches one will find
The dark recesses of the human mind
A life of knowing beats living blind
If I was dead would you cherish this song
If I came back would I belong
I'm losin’ my mind again
Lyin’ on the bedroom floor
Please call me on the telephone
Tell me I'm not alone
I'm so tired and hurt I don't know
If I can do it anymore
They say that bad luck comes in threes
I don't know when it rains it pours
Searching for a way out of this mess
It’s kinda hard when you're feeling so depressed
I'll try to do it anyway
Think about my family
Try to find the words to say
And wait for the perfect day