Corpse Dance

His body is a Gelson’s Her soul, the fallen star At midnight twice a week she comes, she leaves And no one’s hassled her so far The courtiers have arrived in nail polish, in tailored slacks Reformed past, all recognition Resplendent in donor class panache It’s a scheme to enrich assholes What the godhead had in mind When he hid here such revelations As only singers could describe Mahashmashana All is silent And in the nеxt universal dawn Won’t have to do the corpsе dance with these arms The one about the country’s boyfriend That he never ever would live down Must not have made it to the angels Who passed the holy Roman noses 'round His pale bullets found your bloodline In a midnight blue cayenne She is patient, the act of creation May one day produce a happy man Shaken like a pawl fly Obscene as a lick Love's the birthright of young people And she ain’t leaving without his Mahashmashana All is silent now And in the next universal dawn Won’t have to do the corpse dance with these arms He spoke into a hot mic He sang like a bird He hadn’t had a single drink yet There’s no mistaking what you heard A perfect lie can live forever The truth don’t fare as well It isn’t perched on lips mid-laughter It ain’t the kind of thing you tell Like there’s no baby in the king cake Like there’s no figure on the cross They have gone the way of all flesh And what was found is lost Yes, it is