Things

Well here's the evidence of human existence A splitting binbag next to two damp boxes And I cannot find a name for them They hardly show that I have lived And the dust, it settles on these things Displays my age again Like a new skin made from old skin That had barely been lived in I didn't need these things I didn't need them, oh Pointless artifacts from A mediocre past So I shed my clothes, I shed my flesh Down to the bone and burned the rest I didn't need these things I didn't need them, oh Took them all to bits Turned them outside in And I left them on the floor And ran for dear life through the door, oh The useless objects, the gathered a storm of shit A dim and silent shedful of your life's supplies When all you need's a coffin and your Sunday best To smarten up the end And at the front gate, what a reward awaits One bite of loaf from a holy ghost An eternity of suffering In the company of all those Christian men I didn't need these things I didn't need them, oh Pointless artifacts From a mediocre past So I shed my clothes, I shed my flesh Down to the bone and burned the rest I didn't need these things I didn't need them, oh Took them all to bits Turned them outside in And I left them on the floor And ran for dear life through the door, oh Never need these things I'll never need them, oh It's just you I need You're my human heat For the things are only things And nothing brings me like you bring me oh I'll never need these things I'll never need them, oh Never going back So we can drop the past And we'll leave it on the floor And run for dear life through the door, oh