Phil Hoffman Is Dead

Buried under paperwork buried right under my skin

Buried in the catacombs where none who are living come in

Red raw and pock marked and everyone knows where you've been

Get back on and ride before you even begin

It's one thing or another, sisters and brothers, I cried

Is that relief or desperation in the sound of your sigh?

Is that belief that heaven's waiting after goodbye?

Goddamn vultures circling over the smell

And the photographs are stark but no one heard the warning bells

And I can't get you a bargain but it's gonna be a tough sell

Buy it in bulk 'cause this shit casts a hell of a spell