Dress For Death

God went mad! Every day I dress for Death In case she should come and find me Oh Mother Night Oh light of day When will you come and take me? Sons of Slough The Holy Cow And the daughters of Ballymena Flirting tongues of silver and gold And winning the hearts of many Every day I dress for Death In case she should come and find me Oh Mother Night Oh light of day When will you come and take me? Man made God Then God went mad At times you just can't believe it My body torn my mind gone bad I guess I'll just have to take it Every day I dress for Death In case she should come and find me Oh Mother Night Oh light of day When will you come and take me? Oh perfect state without a face The truth you just don't see it All fall down together, all fall down together Every day I dress for Death In case she should come and find me