[Ryan Guldemond, Molly Guldemond]
When I see a face of anonymity
Crying on the street, it does something to me
I make believe malady, tragedy

[Ryan, Molly Guldemond, Jasmin Parkin]
Flowers on the grave is a beautiful thing
´Cause flowers on the grave still means they´re getting something
But when the flowers ain´t there, and the grave is bare
I think of old dead bones that don´t get theirs

[Ryan, Molly Guldemond]
I think of all the butchers and all the beef
I think of all the flies in all the hеat
I think of all the dying and dying and dying

[Molly Guldemond, Jasmin Parkin]
Dying and dying and decomposing
Dying and dying´s for real

[Ryan, Molly Guldemond, Jasmin Parkin]

Whеn I see the damned in their dire straights
Damning all the men with those American names
I say "don´t damn the man, damn your hand
For makin´ a fist and shaking it all around"
Damn the hand, damn your hand
[Ryan with Molly and Jasmin]
Oh, you can damn the butchers and damn the beef
Oh, you can damn the flies in all the heat
Or you can damn the dying and dying and dying

[Molly Guldemond, Jasmin Parkin]
(Fuck!)
Dying and dying and decomposing
Dying and dying´s for real
Dying and dying and pounds of posy
Dying and dying´s forever

[ Ryan, Molly, Jasmin]

When I hear the crying of a siren in the night
I think of piles of writhing people, fighting for their lives
I see an image of a body, broken and beet red
I hear the a cappella angels singing for the dead

[ Ryan, Molly, Jasmin]
I think of all the butchers and all the beef
I think of all the flies in all the heat
I think of all the dirt that lays a bed for bones
I think of all the words that get written on the stones
I think of all the surf that come crashing over souls
I think of all the dying
All the dying
All the dying
All the dying