This halo is a joke   a little hoax for parting ghosts   My momma told me so   She's dead; she ought to know      And if you see me   walking down your favorite street   I'm only going to see   little babies trying to breathe      This cradle is a tomb   an everlasting sense of doom   My momma's in her room   She's dead; she died too soon      And if you see me   crawling out of your favorite tree   I'm hanging so delicately   There's no one that can save me