Well, wether there was a murder I don't know I wasn't there I was busy visiting a friend in jail There were just two women on the scene at the time Neither one of 'em saw a thing Both of 'em were wearing veils They said it was a natural situation He reached too high and tumbled back to the ground You know what they say about being nice to people on your way up You might meet 'em again on your way back down
But its too late to bring him back Too late, too late, too late too late, too late, to bring him back
He had a brother named Paul Hang out at the cafe royal Where Miss Dolly plays and the reviews have been mixed Well, he's pretty to look at Looking for someone to throw the book at But you know that he drinks and drinks can be fixed Sing me one more song about your summer romance I know you don't know motherless children Sing me the one about you and Errol Flynn In these times of compassion Where conformity's a fashion Say one more stupid thing to me Before the final nail is driven in
But its too late to bring him back Too late, too late, too late too late, too late, to bring him back
Dr. Silver Spoon from the empress ballroom He's a retired businessman Who feeds off everyone he's touched He gives money to the church and foundations for research He's not someone you can play around with to much But then theres Rosetta Blake Who's been to both sides of the lake She's rough to look at But she's righteously fit She'll feed you coconut bread and spiced buns in bed You won't have to worry about sleeping face down with your head in the plate
But its too late to bring him back Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late, to bring him back
You'll arrange to see your man tonight Who tells you some secret things you think might open some doors How to enter the gates of paradise No not really More like how to go crazy from carrying a burden that's never meant to be yours From the stage they'll be doing the bumps and the grinds A whore will pass the hat, collect a hundred grand and say thanks They like to take all this money from sin and big build universities to study in And sing amazing grace all the way to the Swiss bank
But its too late to bring him back Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late, to bring him back
They got some serious people out there man They can ring your bell and show you how to hold your tongue They don't come to party man They kill babies in the crib and say only the good die young They don't believe in mercy and judgment on them is something you'll never see They can put your face on a postage stamp Turn your home into a armed camp Anyway they want you Thats the way you'll be
But its too late to bring him back Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late, to bring him back
Yes I loved him too I still see him in my mind climbing up that hill Or was it a wall I don't recall It don't matter at all honey And it never will Ain't nothin' left here partner Just the dust of fools that have left their mark in spades From now on this will be where you're from Let the dead bury the dead Your time will come Feel that hot iron glowing now as your raise the shades
But its too late to bring him back Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late, to bring him back