Death Final
Will Oldham
God bless us as we cross from green sides into darker
God love us as we lay in puddles of our own
Our qualities will raise us in a light that blinds our mothers
Our fists will serve to clear out debris of those days
In a pit of bodies
I am of my own
By ham hock and by handkerchief
By damsel and by dawn
Angel warns us with its unfinal call
It was not death final
It was only fall
Summer has me holding little one high in the hair
Oblivious packs of dogs go running over there
Our beauty's tried to crush us, it's from faces that they wear
A smile is hidden in the working faces
In a pit of bodies
I am of my own
By ham hock and by handkerchief
By damsel and by dawn
Angel warns us with its unfinal call
It was not death final
It was only fall
