We all move stiffly around the body and whisper gentle sorry for your loss while looking for an exit from death to join the living with sign of the cross.
I'm done with wedding rings, babies and any other things that make me walk the plank, dead still living in a blank, still pay interest to the bank. I die with no one to thank.
Pull me out of deep water avoid the lung's slaughter I love you all it is true help me as I turn blue save me from the grave. I will die land of brave.