black birds

What an odd fun, black birds
Respect, watering can full of holes
Some job ya have here for me
Meditation great for health

Closing my eyes, cursing in silence
Good that it goes not backwards
Those sky-clad chubby guys
And people of murders, dissections, the ropes

There's a rhum bottle on my tombstone
No black shoes and tailcoat
Just slippers and pair of bags
And worms here go like a train

Just carve another name to my headstone
Just carve another name to my headstone
Some died of heart, some of stomach
But I was sick of brain.