bury me in bath water
speak of all the mothers and the fathers
sweet somethings and sweet nothings
nothing's something
something's nothing
marry me in bath water
speak of all the brothers and the sisters
lovely praises and lovely curses
praises curse me and curses praise you
as we pray away the days
the days that never seem to stay
they come, they go, it's all the same
then we hit the hay