E C  Once, when I was dead,   A G e  And lying still upon a dirty bed,  E C  A hag went through my clothes  A G e  - her fingers cracked and dryer than a bone,  I screamed (but just in my head)   This corpse which lay upon a farmers bed,  But my watch, my wallet was gone;  She was deceived and disappointed at every turn,  A battle - thats what had passed,  And me just a footsoldier killed in the mud,  With a hole next to my heart;  At least thats what it seemed like just at the start,  But the hole was filled by her hand  As she groped around for something she could take,  I guess, the spoils of war  Should just lie back and then complain no more,  So this - could this be the key?  To my general sexual inability -  To feel, the victim of theft  And me without a heart left in my chest