Album: Death on the Mountain
(Budde/Johnson)

The trouble is your troubles
No sense digging your own grave
You’re standing in my way
If you’re coming here to save me
Then you better come to me as an angel

Smoke rings tell the time in a world full of lies
You promised me a home and a child should I die
Revealed to me your secrets
You wrote them down in rhyme
If you’re coming here to take me
You better come as an undertaker

Why does the soul of a man who’s been condemned
Shiver in the heat of an eternity of sin?
You’re coming to me as a doctor
You’re coming to me as a lawyer
You’re coming to me as the devil
You’re coming to me, you’re coming to me
You’re coming to me as a banker
You’re coming to me as an angel
You’re coming to me as a beggar
You’re coming to me, you’re coming to me