Clear spirits, I need no greater proof

The proof of me is you

I’m swallowing the evidence

It’s the only thing to do

Everything they did to build this pyramid

All the souls who died

You could see ‘em in the pharaoh’s eyes

With a faraway gaze written on his face

Mistakes — some day they’ll make him live in that place

I am dead and I am buried

And my body is a rough lake

And the worms they are all feasting on my face and on my fingers

And you laugh as my epitaph gets worn down by the water

Gets worn down by the wind of sons and daughters

Ask who lies within

The tremors started gently but then the city shakes

First we lost Grand Central; soon the rest fell in its wake

The bridge and tunnels all collapsed

It took us days to build a raft

From metro cars and deli vans

We border-jumped to Hackensack

Central Park seems like a dream to me now

Clear spirits, I need no greater proof

The proof of me is you

I’m swallowing the evidence

It’s the only thing to do

There’s a brass band playing while I’m

Selling my soul to Satan

Hands thrown up in the air

There’s a brass band playing while I’m

Selling my soul to Satan

Hands thrown up in the air

Cause we, like, just don’t care