Clear Spirits

Clear spirits, I need no greater proof
The proof of me is you
I’m swallowing the evidence
It’s the only thing to do

Everything they did to build this pyramid
All the souls who died
You could see ‘em in the pharaoh’s eyes
With a faraway gaze written on his face
Mistakes — some day they’ll make him live in that place

I am dead and I am buried
And my body is a rough lake
And the worms they are all feasting on my face and on my fingers
And you laugh as my epitaph gets worn down by the water
Gets worn down by the wind of sons and daughters
Ask who lies within

The tremors started gently but then the city shakes
First we lost Grand Central; soon the rest fell in its wake
The bridge and tunnels all collapsed
It took us days to build a raft
From metro cars and deli vans
We border-jumped to Hackensack

Central Park seems like a dream to me now

Clear spirits, I need no greater proof
The proof of me is you
I’m swallowing the evidence
It’s the only thing to do

There’s a brass band playing while I’m
Selling my soul to Satan
Hands thrown up in the air

There’s a brass band playing while I’m
Selling my soul to Satan
Hands thrown up in the air
Cause we, like, just don’t care