To get you fit for death they took you in
The Rehabilitation of the dead ?
They got you up and sent you to a gym
You had a bed, the light was very dim
So those new books I brought were never read
To get you fit for death they forced you in
You fell onto my lap, it was no sin
Your face as black as Satan’s in his bed
They pulled you up for torture in a gym
They taunted you like Nazi’s, what’s to win?
Tell me what the liars wrote down or said
To get you fit for death they forced you in
When Christ was killed, they hung him on a hill
If God is tortured, where should man be led?
Who imagined dead men in a gym?
When the trouble came the nurses fled
You died in A and E , there was no bed
To prepare you for you death they asked me in
You cried,I want to die, but they just grinned
How my heart sings 