Rally up my friends,
Come and stand by my bedside.
If I die tonight
Put my head inside a masons jar.
Put it in the ocean
And send it out to sea,
I'm wading because-
And when I hit some shore,
And when my seal is broke,
I'll split my eyes and lips asking,
"Is this a judgement or a joke?"
This is a chance to make it up.
This is a chance to dissect it.
This is a chance to break it up.
These are the words we've selected.
Don't believe my lies
Of an afterlife spent drifting,
After 30 hours I sank straight
to the bottom,
Of the harbor near my home.
There I lay alone.
The spidercrab is finely clad
Beneath my cloak of brain and bone.
These are the notes we've selected.
In the basement of the dress shop,
They play poker on the weekend,
Old men trading laces,
It's an absolute disgrace.
They never gave a tip to the boy who
ran the route.
They never gave a shit
what the paper was about.
When they heard he'd died
They read the news that day,
Just so they could see what his
obituary would say
It said:
Rally up my friends and stand by my
bedside.
Rally up my friends and stay with me
tonight.
