Last Will And Testament - Pere Ubu

Late one night I was lying awake

I was thinking of what Langston Hughes had said

I heard the birds of the morning rousing

Birds of prey in my heart I was thinking

Home is a raisin field

A raisin field is calling me

Home is a raisin field

Oh raisin field You’re calling me

In the middle of a hiding hole

I was surely wakened by the thing I know

It had the shape of a shadow a-nearing

Clouds of mystery round it were clearing

Home is a raisin field

A raisin field is calling me

Home is a raisin field

Oh Raisin field calls to me

I’m balanced on the razor edge

Hanging on by the skin of my teeth

In my heart the walls have been broken

All around the silence is aching

Centerstage is a memory or two

My last will or a testament to you

Hope is a razor hedge

A razor’s edge calls to me

I fear I know the things I hope