it's so hard to get lovejump and push and shoveto get the hand in gloveso it seemsthat things are in your dreamsso it's saidthings get done in bedit's so hard to walk tallto be unlike like a dollto walk and not to crawlso it's saidall our life is deadso it seemsall our life is dreamsa poem in the headof a poet that's deadwalk, walk, walk, walkwalk, up, up, walk ...ooh it's god to me ...and it'sbe in black, be in black, be in, be in black