Lyrics

He came to me in a dream
Said come down to my grave
Bring a bottle son I got something to say
I couldn’t find the stone
So I picked out a mound
Laid there drinking all night never heard a sound

Where are you Mr. Centerville?
Where are you Sam?
Are you picking in the sky?
Or burning 'neath the ground?

The butcher, the baker, or the deal maker
Who makes off with the till
Fooling yourself it’s all pretend
How you gonna make me squeal
Puny little fucker like the devil does
How you gonna shake it down oh baby

Where are you Mr. Centerville?
Where are you Sam?
Are you picking in the sky?
Or burning 'neath the ground?