Under The Rug
you are a body
[Verse 1]
Cookpot, catching a drop of rain, tapping
While you lie there, turning, awake
Tootache, yelling, your paranoid neighbor
With "UAPSREAL" on his plates
Ooh, you are a body
Cookpot, catching a drop of rain, imagine
That it won't be forever this way, ooh
[Chorus]
You are a body
You are a body, beloved
[Verse 2]
Downtown, walking, hospital calling
With the news her outlook is bad
Buildings pushing up like the molars
In a mouth that’s crooked and mad
And tense and dry
And spotted and mealy
And foaming, spitting lies
To distract you from your inexorable grieving, ooh
[Chorus]
She is a body
She is a body, beloved, ooh
You are a body
You are a body, beloved, ooh