The Horse's Ha - Stick Figure Waltz lyrics

The devil's own guest list would weep at the waste With tears both torrential and briny to taste You ladies from Hades, you fellers from Hell Can all wish me well, I'll be leaving, truth to tell But there's no rope to climb, and I'm stuck like a leech I'm stubbornly running a race on the beach My starter-gun feet feel the s** of wet sand But the land is no nearer or farther from where I stand A telegraph pole stands alone in the ground As high as Far Royd and a horse neck around No brothers in sight, no wire to hold The cold like a hand raised in anger, so I'm told I'll be on my way and torment you no more My stick figure waltzing straight out of the door Remember, remember who you loved the best The rest can lay low in the valleys and stone the crows