Philippians 3:20-21 Lyrics

The path to the awful room
That no one will sleep in again
Was lit for one man only
Gone where none can follow him
Try to look down
The way he'd gone
Back of a closet whose depths go on
And on and on

And nice people said
He was with God now
Safe in his arms

But the voices of the angels
That he heard on his last days with us
Smoke alarms
Well the path to the palace of wisdom
That the mystics walk
Is lined with neuroleptics
And electric shock

Hope daily for healing
Try not to go insane
Dance in a circle with bells on
Try to make it rain
And nice people say
He had gone home to God now
Safe in his arms
Safe in his arms

But the voices of the angels
Singing to him in his last hours with us
Smoke alarms
Smoke alarms