You will have a dress of white. You will have a ring of gold. You will have a paper snow. We'll fall. See the wall. The wall is black. We will have a heart attack.
A banker in a tired suit. Is counting in his head. He's standing in your overcoat. He's lying on your bed. President gas is tap dancing. For the banker he's a thief.
take me out. drag my face across pavement. and make it look wrinkled and old. cause that's how I feel today. spent out like change. you toss out at toll booths.
Your burial garment - so fresh and, oh, so white. Your eyes are closed and on your face a smile. No trace of sorrows and your suffering. You're looking more alive than ever in your life.