In this earthly vessel I'm a slave,
Mired in a cave,
In this fleshly suit I'm impaled,
Beyond the distinct of shells and shale,
In this pottery, I'm shackled on in.
Burdened by loneliness, sultry of sin!
For I shall soon have renewal,
A cologne Macy's can't carry,
No blood to leak,
No more to be weary.
This carcass to be ordained,
In the skies,
On a  plane,
A one way ticket to the great gig in the sky.