We lay sprawling on the chairs
The light hung from the ceiling as the stars do
Spending the night at the museum
We saw the dead and their skeletons crawl

Soon their impatient breaths turned insidious
I talk about the dead workmen with rotten breath
And the lively crows going to another country
We were stuck in the museum past sunset

Yes, we have work to do before we die
We have to tell the truth and live a lie
Stay back and earn our share
For no one else does care

If we love our life too much