The Post Mortem Make Us Men

Winter got to them while leaning their bodies against the wall
The bathtub-settle-down felt the water going down the drain
As they put their heads to sleep and dreamt of leaving it all behind
The thousands of people they pass in the street made them nervous
Though spring was a kid, they grasp him by the roots
And his arm like plants torn from one another

Sudden death - dinner's set
All the words in the air are chairs and tables breaking bone
And he'd love to settle down, but everyone stares at death
As if it would lead to foreign ground, my friend
And he likes to dream about the worms, my dear!
Swept in his blood - all the flowers are kept in his coffin
Oh, the dread you can see in their eyes
As he tells them to praise all their black fear

He says: "Hospitals, you're just a kidney,a uterus, liver and blood, dear."
Talking to God, you're just souls with a body - a dirty machine to wear

Beat the drum, oh restless son
Dancing in your coffin they will claim your past
Paint his face, they say, he was my love!
Dancing in his coffin he beats the drum

There's a ghost in my closet, oh restless son
There's a door in the darkness
There's a beating heart
But all my love is pushed away
There's a ghost in my closet - a big black heart pounding on