Less Skeleton Than Soul

Less Skeleton Than Soul

Living so slowly

It's hard to accept peace in your life

Like a pool collecting

Where once was a torrent of strife

You'll fit through the keyhole

Now you're less skeleton than soul

And what you see in that chamber

Looks so dead and old

Dying is easy

All you need is the money for beer

Your disappearance

Will let your conscience walk away clear

You'll fit through the keyhole

Now you're less skeleton than soul

And what you see in that chamber

Looks so dead and old

But I'm still drinking

I'm still drinking
I'm still drinking

I'm still drinking