if it comes down to thisnif it comes up at allnplease tell them...ntell them I was...nnonce gone, and dearly departednthis world not terribly sparsenand without...nso tell them I was herennplease tell them...ntell them I was...nncourage, said the lion,nand patience was a snakenlet's run, says the jackal,nbefore it's too latennI could be dust in God's pocketnor the hair on a rooster's headnI don't knownbut tell them I was...nnoh, please tell them...ntell them I was here...noh, please tell them...ntell them I was here...nnI'm misinformednI missed the boatnI miss the mothernto hold me close.nGone to Hell,nor condescend,nI wanna feelnlike it just doesn't end.nWhen it's time,nI guess we'll know,nand when it's mine,nthat'll be the show.nnand tell them I was herennoh, please tell themnoh, tell them I wasnnsomebody tell themntell them I was herennmisinformednmissed the boatnI miss the mothernhold me closengone to helpncondescendnI wanna feelnlike it just...doesn't endnnif it comes up at all...