Angeline - O'Death

The leaves have turned,

Your ways haved burned

Your naked flesh against the sun.

Your walls are bare

You’re huddled there

Ignoring everyone.

But on your own,

Your kids have grown

And left you to waste away yourself.

You long to eat,

But your stubborn feet

Have left nothing on the shelf.

Angeline, Angeline,

All your friends on their hands and knees

Tired of your tragedies

And standing on your bones tonight,

Dressed up in the pale new light,

Surrounded by the tall grass waving with bare brown trees.

What a bad sight

Your corpse is lined

And laid out for everyone to see.

Now the snow has come

Falling on everyone

And making steam when you pee

Now they’ve put you in the ground

About six feet down

And left you to rot in your dirt cave shell

Now the worms they feed

On your fragile feet

As you walk your naked path to hell

Angeline, Angeline,

All your friends on their hands and knees

Tired of your tragedies

And standing on your bones tonight,

Dressed up in the pale new light,

Surrounded by the tall grass waving with bare brown trees.