I swam the Serpentine
That's where I found you
What's all this... gall?
In Hyde Park Corner, stoned
Were you crucified or stoned?
Soon he'll be pushing up grass
With the rigid pushing up grass
Whodunnit?
Rose from the Serpentine
That's where I saw you
What's in your... heart?
The Hyde Park Coroner's calls
With essential drawl, like a sudden onset of mindfulness
The coroner calls on the soapbox stand
With a shake in his hand, starts plagiarising puns from all the dailies
Said he puts the fun into funerals
I know you now, I know how
You swing it
Listening to the speech was like being forced to answer a poll
In which you were only asked if you were having a good day, a great day, or both
'What could be better,' he said, 'than a café with a view of the cemetery?'
A lump of lead to hand?
Circled the Serpentine
That's when I saw you
What's all this, what's all this, what's all this... soil?
In Hyde Park Corner, stoned
Were you crucified or stoned?
Soon he'll be pushing up grass
With the rigid pushing up...
Walk with me, walk with me
Can't you see you're losing me, losing me
Oh... can you see through me, see through me
Can't you feel me pushing up, pushing up, pushing up grass
We circle the park, arm in arm, you and I
Soon in step we mimic the ballroom walks
Do the can-can, laugh like only we can
I say I love you as fresh meat loves salt
The world spins before we hit the floor
All that is green becomes silent and nice
We crouch under the bone-rich city sands
We got the subterranean blues, baby