Heavy Head

Have you seen the place they keep the dead Do you still have a heavy head? You work your fingers to the bone Put on your wooden overcoat Does anybody know the best way to get home It's getting late and I'm afraid of my own shadow I should get singing before my song's been sung Youth is wasted on the young You leave this place You leave your pride Don't threaten me with better times You ask me what our future holds I'll dig a hole and I'll say let's go Your heart of gold turned into stone Don't ask what you don't want to know But I want to know Does anybody know the best way to get home It's getting late and I'm afraid of my own shadow I should get singing before my song's been sung Youth is wasted on the young