I’ll climb inside your rotting corpse
I’ll plant flowers where your eyes once were
I’ll bury your guitar and rhythm less tunes
Right down alongside you

My fox, my friend, my confidant
The last mammal I could depend upon
I don’t think you can rot your way out of this situation
But I’ll bury you with all your songs and all of your ramblings ons
About how your life, our love, my disposition
Was never quite the way you wanted it to be

My fox, my faux, my confidant
I’ll climb inside your rotting corpse
I’ll plant flowers where your eyes once were
I’ll take your half-strung 1984
Gibson Les Paul Explorer
I’ll play it til my calluses bleed
I’ll play it til my calluses bleed