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To Thomas S. Eiselberg, a very rich man Who was wise enough to spend all his fortunes In burying himself many miles beneath the ground As the only surviving member of the human race He inherited the whole world Here today the red sky tells his tale But the only listening eyes are mine There is peace amongst the hills And the night will cover all my pride Blest are they who smile from bodies free Seems to me like any other crowd Who are waiting to be saved Wait, there still is time for washing in the pool Wash away the past Moon, my long-lost friend is smiling from above Smiling at my tears Come we'll walk the path to take us to my home Keep outside the night The ice-cold knife has come to decorate the dead somehow And each will find a home And there will still be time For loving my friend, you are there And I will wait for ever Beside the silent mirror And fish for bitter minnows Amongst the weeds and slimy water I, I said, I want to sit down I, I said, I want to sit down I want a drink, I want a drink To take all the dust and the dirt from my throat I want a drink, I want a drink To wash out the filth that is deep in my guts I want a drink Then let us drink, then let us smile Then let us go