Playing Harp for the Fishes

A mute undertaker had something to tell

I stand at the threshold, I'm ringing the bell

I was hoping for heaven, I'd settle for hell

Playing harp for the fishes, it's hard to pretend

Playing

Patrolling the margins, inspecting the swell

Located the body south of Land's End

I'd long missed the boat, the tide had gone slack

Playing harp for the fishes, it's hard to pretend

Playing

The heat was zinc, my mood was black

I was melting, soaked, in a trackside shack

I was frying in heaven, I was diving to hell

Playing harp for the fishes, it's hard to pretend

Playing

Is it always so?

Is it always so?

Is it always so?

Is it always so?