When I was a boy    I rode a crooked cloud across the sky   Into our mother’s womb, my tomb where I   Was born and where I died      My bones, my brains, my blood   My skin, my soul within, my milk, my mud   A perfect mannequin of what I would   Have been if I could      But you somehow were born   You pop out and the angels toot their horns   And every picture frame you now adorn   I’ll teach you yet to mourn      One day, one day, you’ll die   Without even a chance to wonder why   They’ll lay you in the ground beside where I’ve   Been plotting all this time      And the worms beneath the ground   Will rise up and move into where you’re found   And swimming in your eyes, your nose, your mouth   Your ears will hear their sound      And birds who fly the skies   Will come and build their nests inside your eyes   Bathing in your teardrops when you cry   They’ll peck your soul goodbye      The dogs that bark and howl   Will bury every bone inside your bowels   And every living thing, be fish or fowl   Will live inside you now   Inside you now