Lyrics:

Rubella, my love, some say we shall overcome
But the sickness bites hard
And yes, the razor's old
All their poisons braced in surrender, killed every firstborn son
We were kneeling, dressed for burial
Reaching for the knave
Heard voices laugh in the spirit at the plight of the living dead
A ghost at the bottom of my glass
Made it clear what they had said
His devil's here in a tinderbox
This dog has turned away
Well, I can't remember god when I'm, and I'm drunk all day

Before I leave you, bring the demon's on
Your beauty sleep brought to mind
A fever hung on the mid-wife's jaw
We were kneeling, dressed for burial
Reaching for the knave
Heard voices laugh in the spirit at the
Plight of the living dead
A ghost at the bottom of my glass
Made it clear what they had said
Well, I can't remember god when I'm, and I'm drunk all day

Some said I was wrong to dream that way, I was wrong to dream that way
And some made light of death and sorrow, light of death and sorrow
But death is glory now
Death is glory now