Too Late (Band Version) - Infidels Outtake

Well, whether there was a murder, I don't know, I wasn't there

I was busy visiting a friend in jail

There were just two women on the scene at the time

Neither one of 'em saw a thing

Both of 'em were wearing veils

They said, "It was a natural situation"

He reached too high and tumbled back to the ground

You know what they say about being nice to people on your way up

You might meet 'em again on your way back down

But it's too late to bring him back

Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late to bring him back

He had a brother named Paul, hang out at the café royal

Where Miss Dolly plays, and the reviews have been mixed

Well, he's pretty to look at

Looking for someone to throw the book at

But you know that he drinks and drinks can be fixed

Sing me one more song about your summer romance

I know you don't know motherless children

Sing me the one about you and Errol Flynn

In these times of compassion where conformity's a fashion

Say one more stupid thing to me before the final nail is driven in

You know it's too late to bring him back

Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late to bring him back

Dr. Silver Spoon from the empress ballroom

He's a retired businessman who feeds off everyone he's touched

He gives money to the church and foundations for research

She's not someone you can play around with too much

But then, there's Rosetta Blake

Who's been to both sides of the lake

She's rough to look at, but she's righteously fit

She'll feed you coconut bread and spiced buns in bed

You won't have to worry about sleeping face down with your head in the plate

Girl, it's too late to bring him back

Too late, too late, too late, too late to bring him back

You'll arrange to still see your man tonight

Who tells you some secret things you think might open some doors

How to enter the gates of paradise, no, not really

More like how to go crazy from carrying a burden that's never meant to be yours

From the stage, they'll be doing the bumps and the grinds

A whore will pass the hat, collect a hundred grand and say thanks

They like to take all this money from sin, and build big universities to study in

And sing amazing grace all the way to the Swiss bank

But it's too late to bring him back

Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late to bring him back

They got some serious people out there, man

They can ring your bell and show you how to hold your tongue

They don't come to party, man

They kill babies in the crib and say only the good die young

They don't believe in mercy and judgment on them is something you'll never see

They can put your face on a postage stamp

Turn your home into an armed camp

Anyway, they want you, that's the way you'll be

But it's too late to bring him back

Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late to bring him back

Yes, I loved him too, I still see him in my mind climbing up that hill

Or was it a wall, I don't recall

It don't matter at all, honey, and it never will

Ain't nothin' left here, partner

Just the dust of fools that have left their mark in spades

From now on, this will be where you're from

Let the dead bury the dead, your time will come

Feel that hot iron glowing now as you raise the shades

But it's too late to bring him back

Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late to bring him back