Entertainment For The Braindead - Compost lyrics

I live where the gra** is low, where Shepherd‘s purse and daisies grow. I wash my hands every daybut soil and dust won‘t go away One day we will all be humus Dandelions will grow upon us What a pretty thing to be food for gra** and rosemary. yarrow and ranunculus will sprout and bloom and feed on us Just remember, all is not lost ‚cause our bodies will be compost I lie down beneath a tree until the gra** grows over me. as the setting sun now dies I hear the ravens‘ lullabies: Just remember, all is not lost Cause our bodies will be compost Just remember, all is not lost Our bodies will turn to compost