歌词
Death will be unlike the night times
When we lie awake thinking of death
Death will be unlike the Spanish maracas
That rattle inside your last breath
Death will be unlike the Mexican festivals
Skeletons wearing top hats
Death will be unlike the brownstone apartments
That dynamite or dereliction collapse
Death will be unlike the mandolin
The hangman relaxes by playing
Death will be unlike the hound of the Baskervilles
Chilling the world with its baying
Death will be unlike the British Museum
Its bodies from peat bogs and bones
Death will be unlike the curse of the mummy
That turns the explorers to stones
Death will be unlike a great rollercoaster
A plunge from a boast to a scream
Death will be unlike mahogany coffins
Great pianists play in their wildest strangest dreams
Death will be unlike a garden in autumn
Where poets can sit and compose
Death will be unlike the granite memorials
Where memories wither in rows
Death will be unlike the charge of the Light Brigade
Alfred Lord Tennyson rhymed
Death will be unlike the thin piece of paper
That Reagan and Gorbachev signed
Death will be unlike the hospital bedside
With Novocain needles and cards
Death will be unlike the great day of judgement
When God the headmaster presents the awards
Death will be unlike the marriage
That bickers till death us do part
Death will be unlike the dreams of the young man
Who signed "Love will tear us apart"
Death will be unlike TV documentaries
Showing us life from outside
Death will be unlike the Buddhist nirvana
The moth seems to seek in the light
Death will be unlike the cities of crystal
They build on a few grains of smack
Death will be unlike the long picture window
The coffin looks through to a widow in black
Death will be unlike a room full of spiders
All clinging together and crying
Death will be unlike the wedding guest story
The ship drifting lost and the dead sailors sighing
Death will be unlike the din in the steeple
When cholera poisons the village
Death will be unlike the illumination
That Tolstoy provided for poor Ivan Illich
Death will be unlike the wrinkling sea children
Glimpsed through the chinks in the boardwalk
Death will be unlike the magical land
Of the Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe
Death will be unlike the treacherous virus
That murders the lovers with AIDS
Death will be unlike the phantoms of freedom
That lead the crowd over the barricades
Death will be unlike the night thoughts of Laidlaw
When ministers stop being cosy
Death will be unlike The Pit and the Pendulum
Co-starring Bela Lugosi
Death will be unlike the bulge of the mouse
Inside the boa constrictor
Death will be unlike that drunkard, the phoenix
So tight on the moonshine of golden elixirs
Death will be unlike that violent pornography
Dear to the Marquis De Sade
Death will be unlike the last stitch of clothing
The stripper discards as her nipples grow hard
Death will be unlike the bankrupt
Handing over the keys to his house
Death will be unlike the last day of summer
When insects grow stupid and swallows fly south
Death will be unlike the skull of a merchant
That slants through the portrait by Holbein
Death will be unlike that strange proposition on signs
"Detractatus, detractatus, detractatus, detractatus."
Death will be unlike your holiday snaps
When the camera lets in the light
Death will be unlike an honest but cold-blooded
Bank clerk whose hobby is homicide
Death will be unlike the hands of the clock
Coming together at midnight
Death will be unlike the grim amputations
Of medical students larking on Rag night
Death will be unlike the hijackers' voice
In the heads of air traffic controllers
Death will be unlike the seas that thunder
Some live women vanishing under the rollers
Death will be unlike the Abbey
The pilgrims all saw when they prayed
Death will be unlike the Unholy Land
At the end of the Children's Crusade
Death will be unlike the Helen P. Clough
Mr. Sartre informs us is just other people
Death will be unlike the travelling salesman
Who woke up one morning transformed to a beetle
Death will be unlike 2001
The room at the end of the ride
Death will be unlike the wrath of Charles Bronson
Let loose on the Lower East Side
Death will be unlike the House of the Shades
The dog Cerberus guarded for Hades' master
Death will be unlike that lesson on infallibility
The Chernobyl disaster
Death will be unlike the empty career
Of the tense vacillations gone permanent
Death will be unlike the unlucky omens
The clairvoyant reads in the meaningless firmament
In the meaningless firmament
What will death be like?
What will death be like?
What will death be like?
Death will be like
