The enemy is at the door
   The enemy within
   Dressed up in a stranger's clothes
   Smells of drinking bombay gin
  
   There's a dead man walking
   And his shadows growing long
   There's a dead man walking
   Taking it in before his time has gone
  
   My father was a Russian jew
   My mother Irish crazy
   I see summer, winter, fall
   When grown men cry like babies
  
   Wish I never had to leave
   Wish I'd never known
   Wish I could stay here forever
   And watch my garden grow