dead long dead long dead   my heart is a handful of dust   the wheels go over my head   my bones are shaken with pain   into a shallow grave there thrust   only a yard beneath the street   and the hooves of the horses beat beat   the hooves of the horses beat.      beat into my scalp into my brain   beat into my scalp into my brain      there's never an end to the stream of passing feet   driving hurrying marrying burying   clamor and rumbles and ringing and clatter   and here beneath it's all as bad   for i thought the dead had peace   but well it is not so   to have no peace in the grave   is that not sad?   up and down and to and fro   ever about me the dead men go   to hear a dead man chatter   is enough to drive one mad      it's enough to drive one mad   it's enough to drive me mad