Come see my graven'Cause in it you'll laynWhen I am on paradenHope brings the daynnI heard next one's not much funnAnchor played me dumbnAnd I am almost wellnNot one hole in the sunnnAnd I would like to recognize my friendsnBy which way they walknNot how far they run awaynnI'm already deadnBlood, bruised, and brokennnBut I am almost well, yes I am almost wellnnSound off the sirensnOpen the airwavesnIt's comingnGive up the spiritnOpen your lungsnAnd just breathennAnd I would like to recognize my friendsnBy which way they walknNot how far they run awaynnYou'd dig that didn't you?