All the Same

All the same again, though I guess I could have seen your face again It's all the same though, oh, oh Nothing's here again It's all the same though Under it again I guess I could have But it's, but it's, all the same though So tell me How do you recognize me without the blood on my hands and my face in the grave (My face in the grave)? On the road again, though I don't know where I'm heading my friend Please come with me Over it now It's all the same though It's all the same though Please take everything with you Take everything with you And without a trace, I can't recognize And without a face, what a nice world What a nice world What a nice world What a nice world What a nice world What a nice world What a nice world What a nice world Oh, go One, two, three, go