Before the nightshift medics Pull the blanket over your face And your bloody white sneakers End up in a police case Before a room of white lilies And clasped hands gone cold Brother before you turn away I beg you to behold To the ground the body be bound But there's something more Something profound Look up to the sky One day you'll die Man, look up to the sky Before a minute of silence In a suburb school Eye and eye, and tooth for tooth Before that golden rule Before the graveman lower The coffin with accustomed calm And the rope flow gentle In his calloused palm