Rubella, my love, some say we shall overcome But the sickness bites hard And yes, the razor's old Their poisons braced in surrender k**ed every first born son We were kneeling, dressed for burial, Reaching for the knave Heard voices laugh in the spirit at the Plight of the living dead A ghost at the bottom of my gla** Made it clear what they had said "His devil's hear in a tinder-box,
This dog has turned away" Well, I can't remember god when I'm... And I'm drunk all day (Chorus) Before I leave you, bring the demons on Your beauty sleep brought to mind A fever hung on the mid-wife's jaw (Chorus) repeat Some said I was wrong to dream that way And some made light of d**h and sorrow But d**h is glory...now