Fine wine

A body in the soil lays, a bed in the dirt remains

My body deep down in the grave, in my bed in an apartment—

Well, that’s my grave.

Didn’t, didn’t, didn’t, did you?

Pluck the crown jewels from a rose; and ask: Do you love me so?

I’ll rise, rise

Finally, awaken for the ceremony.

A body in the soil lays, a bed in the dirt remains

My body deep down in the grave, in my bed in an apartment—

Well, that’s my grave.

You did, didn’t, you did, didn’t?

Put a little candle on the side to guide this soul to paradise.

I’m around, too far

Too far, I’m around

For a last drink at the ceremony.

A body in the soil lays, a bed in the dirt remains

My body deep down in the grave, in my bed in an apartment—

Well, that’s my grave.

For all sweet shame, for all sweet blame

You do my words justice family and friends—

Well, that’s my grave.

At least you served yourself a fine wine, which made me satisfied.