Death
Will Have Something To Chew
The rope that holds taut although it has frayed
The fire in the heather that cleanses the land
You were baptised with a knife in your hand
You painted a rhapsody blue
Death will have something to chew
Your vein was torn on that day
Your strong blood was born the caesarean way
A new will flowed out on the ebb of the tide
The red of the sun was glowing inside
You painted a rhapsody blue
Death will have something to chew
You're older than you thought you'd be
Another ring grown in the trunk of the tree
Though you might be wishing for rest
First you'll have to take off that crown and your crest
You painted a rhapsody blue
Death will have something to chew
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