Why? - Berkeley by Hearseback lyrics

Lay me down in a hearseback It's where my new best look is at If I slit a purse or two then I can't curse If my cake is cooked and minor veins are mapped These tits not filled with milk These cold bones wrapped in hunger Like a bundle of sticks in a fire So slow it leaves them unburned, black and yearning Will this New Year's see my rotting hair's release? Will my new black book pull the sick from my deepest creases? A gift from The Maccabees to mom to me No more flyer-backs or receipts Using magazines for tables A girl's down bed And corresponding naked wings unable When I felt my ribs come closing slow A row of snakes set to strangle I'm survived Lay me down in a hearseback It's where my new best look is at If I slit a purse or two then I can't curse If my cake is cooked and minor veins are mapped But you might find me in the white pages yet My name is next to numbers Like someone's father's father Left listed in the Book of Numbers Like someone's father's father Left listed in the Book of Numbers