Well it's a state of mind Waiting indoors for the rabbit-pie day And scream for your life in cockle-row Crash and merino And the dead-dears from Mesapotamia say 'Bible-jack you're slipping back' And don't bore us with your elastic dreams Preaching poison and the politics of death Well it's a state of mind When you're dripping in the dark Like a summer-breathed slave Cut your bone with my knife Come up and see me boys, i'm dead all the time Waiting to light up like a doggy in death-row But you kindly refuse when they offer you the chair Did you ever have faith in my human face Before I sucked you and bled you dry Now see you fall victim to my greedy desires See me fall heavily knees to the floor Well it's a state of mind Before and after and 'how's your father' Still waiting to light up like a doggy in death-row Throwing your dinner up and licking up the pieces Now he listens carefully to the white bone talking And now he sits and quietly talks to himself all day