But my body's fist beats chest, I scream triumphantly
Even in the gravest scenes and graveyard's bodies hear my scream
There I can wake my zombie slumber
I come back to life and lumber
Through the village or wherever there's a treat for me

My reanimated self is flushed with showy health
As I tear across the grass to sleep and tackle you
Then smother you with smacking sounds unwrapped anew
Wrapped in glory, clear and brave
Looking gruesome and unshaved
I'll spend every morning coming back to life

I'd like a truce I'd like to kiss you in your sleep
I'd like a kingdom that I survey with a queen
Where we could grow up and admit the water's deep
I like the truth, I like to wake up from deep sleep
In a heat I'd like to birth this babe in me
In your bathtub, warm and wet, make room for me

'Cause, why shouldn't I live as God in a glowing canyon?
My life could be a fruitbowl with my hand in
Stuck with arrows, tarred and feathered
In a tiger's jaw, loving living raw
I'll get my truth through open stare and steady open palms