Polar Nettles Lyrics

he takes his dinner in the bath
love sickened and infirmed
the orderly found him there
fileted on the marble stairs
hat still in hand
his smoking remains
blown out by a kiss from the sunday soon
sunday soon sunday soon sunday soon
( F#m D Bm Db7 during recorder solo)
someday someday someday
his eyes are closed he mouthed the name
the rosary her lips and tongue
she is the centrifuge
that throws the spies from the sun
the Sistine chapel painted with the gattling gun
someday soon someday soon someday soon
someday soon someday soon
polar nettles set on end
move like starlings up a cliff and tenor of a foggy touch
the forcefield round his frosty hips
whose shape recalls the wicked spade
that buried him but on his lips
the last rites of nerves
someday soon