beyond good and evil
we're all getting ready to bury God
this is where praying will get you
we're lifting the frail bones down
did anyone ever live this long before?
we're bearing the pall
we're standing taut for the sermon
Jesus, it just goes on
and the singing is worse
it's the same handful of earth
we're dropping on that lid
this whole Earth was ash to begin
now here we go again
but won't be buried, not quite
it's past sadness this thing
goes on and on
and wait, is that rigor mortis
or sit-ups after a nap?
thought we had Him done and dusted
then he does a Beetlejuice
stagey, but there seems to be a puff of breath
then no, a doubt creeps in
does it seem like eternity to you?