First thing to go, might surprise you to know
it's not the blood from the muscle or the strength from the bone
between you and me it's the simplest thing
it's the warmth of the body when the soul is at home
it's the heat mmmmmmhhhh
and you struggle to keep it inside
but it seems mmmmhmm
it's stealing away in the night
When you first realized
that your body had died
you went to the tunnel
to wait there alone
And you stood there for days
but the light never came
so you took your poor body
and you walked it back home
Now you're popping some pills
oh to fight back the chill
and you're picking some flowers
to help with the stench
But no manner of blush
will be quite enough
just to cover the pallor
that spreads 'cross your skin
and they said mmmhhmm
that hell would be fire and smoke
but in the end mmmhhmm
it's the cooling that scares you the most
There's a pretty young thing
with a pretty gold ring
and she talks to you every night
'cause she don't know you're dead
And you can't figure how
when you're walking through town
no one's noticed the knife
sticking out of your head
Now you're living in fear of
that sometime this year
they will finally notice
that you're heart doesn't beat
And they'll dig you a grave
and they'll put you away
but you still won't be ready
you'll grow back like a weed
Like a weed mmmhhmm
and you wonder what you're waiting for
'cause it seems mmmhhh
there's no honor in death anymore

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