Haunted meat on a pile of bones Hear my heels on the cobblestones Silver tongues in my golden ears Something telling me the age is near Human form is a good disguise Blood weeping from my eyes Keeps you mesmerised Keeps you mesmerised The taste of raw banality A waste of all the ripest time While you pull on the wishbone And wish for a spine Give me beauty and all the frills Don't ask questions; just take the pills Some days I feel the black dog inside me Trying to climb up my family tree Balaclava and a bottle of rum Kingdom go and kingdom come Gamble on a superstition That this could be the cure for the human condition