Mama, hold your darling close, he’s dying of an overdose See his dear eyes as they break, drown his body in the lake Mama, now your baby weeps as the cancer in her creeps Feel her throb in her last fight, feed her to the dogs tonight
Life is walking hand in hand You’re not yet meant to understand
Mama, oint your sugar’s skin, the inflammation feeds on him Soon prey and feast for tick and louse, burn what’s left behind the house Mama, hear your pumpkin’s tale: far from home she starved in jail With her bones this box is brimmed, now give the ashes to the wind
Life’s a walk through wonderland Led by the power underhand
Mama, paint your loving face, white on white where tear-falls chase Your blackened dress becomes you well, your wedding chime: the mourning bell Pace the aisle betwixt the graves – Sorrow pale, the best man, waves Mama, you may kiss the groom, your children’s father: Death, all’s doom
Death’s a walk, hand in hand Joined by th’eternal wedding band
We dance the dance we all must dance in circles round and round In Saint Vitus’ frightful trance as drums and tabors pound Forward, backward and askance in our fitful fray We dance the dance we all must dance – on our sabbath day On our sabbath dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
