pity the dead

there's a boy in crimson rags with a grimace and a spoon

and a little sullen

girl face-up staring at the moon

and there's no one around to hear their lonesome cries

then they pass away alone into the night

why do we pity the dead?

are you churned by emotion from voices in your head?

look at all the living and you'll ask yourself why

oh why do we

pity the dead?

pity the dead!

well

you've seen the disease

suffering and decay

and you whisper to yourself blissfully it's okay"