A man who’d been dead for three days started talking in his sleep
He was talking to the woman who did his autopsy:
She said that – when we opened you up
We found tables and chairs, it’s a wonder you lived so long
We found a talking cat and books about the sun
And an unborn baby that belonged to someone else
You said “help me, I’m looking for Jesus”
And you said – I don’t like it here it’s too cold
As we turned out the light to go, I swear we could hear singing
She told her new boyfriend to set fire to my eyes
Two white doves emerged out of the flames holding scrolls in their claws
And turning off the light one last time you left me floating on the lake
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