P Piano someone file these old claws
Like the joint my eyes glazed in Memoriam
Process this dried up form no organic waste for me
I am Sloan castle stone with my secrets
Fill my forms in absence of my pork splattered pen
I shall wait for the bus it will carry me home
Though you know I was young when the cold window closed
I am cold still in age with my secrets
Though my feet are entrenched in a thick coat of dust
I shall walk these four miles while the sun sets
My descendants will say I'm to blame for their ills
Like the joint my eyes glazed in Memoriam
Process this dried up form no organic waste for me
I am Sloan castle stone with my secrets
Fill my forms in absence of my pork splattered pen
I shall wait for the bus it will carry me home
Though you know I was young when the cold window closed
I am cold still in age with my secrets
Though my feet are entrenched in a thick coat of dust
I shall walk these four miles while the sun sets
My descendants will say I'm to blame for their ills