And I could never tell as a kid    What that window door went to   Only told to stay away   I almost had an accident at age 6   When I found the key in the attic   And now the smell of these wood frames   Is the only sense I've left   So as you pull me from the bed   Tell me I look stunning and cadaverous      And since you are my friend   I would ask that you lower me down slow   And tell the man in the black cloak   He doesn't need to trouble his good soul   With those latin conjugations   And if it's all the same to them   You should tell your gathering friends   Please not to purse their faces grim   On such a lovely sunday      Don't fix my smile, life is long enough   We will put this flesh into the ground again