I hate dying My hair The colour purple And sometimes a movie Entering closed railway-stations With hired iron gloves I fake to die On the stairs Bleeding out of a tube So who's scared of genuine Display dolls, haunting you On a horse of nightmares! The steerability of your wheelbarrow Is less satisfying Than the way your pursuers ride horses I hate dying My hair The colour purple And sometimes a movie Entering closed railway-stations With hired iron gloves I fake to die On the stairs Bleeding out of a tube Bleeding out of a bottle I'm bleeding out of my head Tukepooh