A Bedtime Story

Said the child to the aged worldly man:

"Please Sir, give me a clue,

I want to grow up and be just like you"

Said the man (who'd forgotten who he was):

"Don't disturb me today, you innocent pup,

Get out of my way!"

Man, looks up from magazine:

Maybe reasons for taking are reason to give

Maybe seasons are turning to let the years live

Corpse:

Like the day follows night

And the night follows day

Once again

Splitter splat! on the rainsoaked pavement stones

I let myself drown in the drops from above

The rain's pouring down

Sits the cat on the fence, sees neighbour's spouse

Licking his lips, dreaming of trips

In the house of the mouse

Man, turns off TV set:

Maybe people grow weak

When their bodies grow older

Said the pimp to the whore

Then he walked out and sold her

Maybe flesh is the answer to why we exist

Maybe that's why we all disappear in the mist

Corpse:

Like the night follows day once again

Corpse's Dream

Corpse's Defense:

Dreams, dreams are all I have left behind me

I was stronger then believing there was right and wrong

Uneven songs for the people to sing

Let their voices ring out in the

Night time comes and wraps us in

It's black velvet skin rubbing our chins

Dreams, dreams - the only thing I could offer

Now it seems that's barely enough for this game

I bow down in shame

To seek forgiveness and absolution

From something I feel creeping up behind

Cat, joins corpse in coffin:

In the playground

Children give their parents satisfaction

Riding rocking horses

And the dragon roundabouts

While you sit on the park bench

Sucking juices from your pipe

Maggots eat your bones

In the supermarket sit the girls in perfect rows

Cashing in and cashing out

"Have a nice day", smile, "bye-bye"

While you sit in the corner

Sucking juices from their loins

Maggots eat your bones

Gathered in the graveyard

Is this family in grief

Children hide their faces

In this sanctuary of thieves

While you lie in your coffin

Sucking juices from the worms

Cat, wearing ugly face:

St-st-stay put and figure this out:

How come all the world is above you now

When your dreams were as good as gold?

I'm told you sold your your soul and your pride

To the reason for standing on top of the hill

Staring out from the cliff

Now you're still, your will is as dead

As dumb

As dull

As you are stiff, uh!

Man, looks up at glass ceiling in tea parlour:

"Chitter-chat" in the bourgeois tea saloons

The rain on the roof: "clitter and clat!"

Makes way for the cat

Stirring spoons and the sugar's added milk

But the cat doesn't care 'bout the meaning they share

He's not even there

Man, kisses wife good night:

So I laid down my book and turned out the light

All in all it's a story of wrong and of right

And if the meaning's not there for you people to see

You won't ever get any answer from me