Terra

It's not open to the public

Until spring

When the renovations are complete

It's not a bird, not a plane, or anything

It's the most wonderful thing you've ever seen

My life's work

My dream come true

It's the newest new in new

At this point I'll have to tell you what it is

It's the museum of human suffering

We have splayed across the foyer

Inordinately bled

The carcass of our saviour who rose from the dead

Victims of drought and famine

Foetuses abandoned all waiting here to be admired

At the centre

Set to expire

My punctured bleeding heart of desire

Just for a moment, watch me, please

Watch my heart bleed, tell me

Just for a moment, give it a squeeze, feel my disease

Remember me

Just for a moment, just for a second, please remember me

Please remember me

I'm able to forget in the company of others

I'm able to forget in restaurants on trains

But by myself with every breath

And every night, in every bed

In any hotel room in the world, she comes writhing back

Like a talented pestilence

She unzips the air

Blinding light emerges

Pink, dark, iridescent sludge everywhere

And I say, "Take me to your holy land"

Take me by the hand

And would you tell me

If I'm remembered by the saints up here?

If they've all been to my famous museum?

Just for a second, just for a moment

Just for a minute more, tell me

Just for a second, just for a moment

Everybody please, tell me

Dig up my corpse, shake his hand

Tell yourself he was a great man

Dig up my bones, trepan yourself a flute, play along to this tune

Oh-ah-ooh