I had died
my friends had me buried
nine feet underground
in Australia
and they drank to my memory under the Sun.
Nigel was a hired hand
he dug my grave carefully
he talks with an accent and a cigarette
he toils under the Sun for three long days
silver tools chinking away at the hard desert rock.
I took a long ride on the Flying Spoon
up and around the lover's moon
and finally I've come to rest
in this spot under the Sun
nine feet underground
in Australia.
Nov 15, 2011
Nov 15, 2011 at 7:13 AM UTC
I had died
my friends had me buried
nine feet underground
in Australia
and they drank to my memory under the Sun.
Nigel was a hired hand
he dug my grave carefully
he talks with an accent and a cigarette
he toils under the Sun for three long days
silver tools chinking away at the hard desert rock.
I took a long ride on the Flying Spoon
up and around the lover's moon
and finally I've come to rest
in this spot under the Sun
nine feet underground
in Australia.
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