Lay me in clover And over my head pull a sheet of mirror So I can see myself and leave me for long time Do not disturb my rest for ages and ages For I am tired and I need some relaxing My mind is cluttered with the days and the night-time My bread is buttered on both sides of the story There is a running joke of who was the loved one Who took his life to end the Peace and contentment We all expect to have in time and tradition The common fear is that we... Lay me in aspic Preserve, elasticise the way I resemble A lot of other fools who reach for their anger And never say a word or learn in their own way That what we are is not so...