Dead Long Dead

Dead long dead long dead

My heart is a handful of dust

The wheels go over my head

My bones are shaken with pain

Into a shallow grave there thrust

Only a yard beneath the street

And the hooves of the horses beat beat

The hooves of the horses beat.

Beat into my scalp into my brain

Beat into my scalp into my brain

There's never an end to the stream of passing feet

Driving hurrying marrying burying

Clamor and rumbles and ringing and clatter

And here beneath it's all as bad

For i thought the dead had peace

But well it is not so

To have no peace in the grave

Is that not sad?

Up and down and to and fro

Ever about me the dead men go

To hear a dead man chatter

Is enough to drive one mad

It's enough to drive one mad

It's enough to drive me mad