Original subtitles

The first thing to go it might surprise you to know it's not the blood from the muscle or the strength from the bone

Between you and me it's the simplest thing it's the warmth of the body when the soul is at home

It's the heat and you struggle to keep it inside but it seems it's stealing away in the night

When you first realized that your body had died you went to the tunnel to wait there alone

And you stood there for days but the light never came so you took your poor body and you walked it back home

Now you're popping some pills oh to fight back the chill and you're picking some flowers to help with the stench

But no manner of blush will be quite enough to cover the pallor that spreads 'cross your skin

and they said that hell would be fire and smoke but in the end it's this cooling that scares you the most

There's a pretty young thing with a pretty gold ring and she talks to you every night 'cause she don't know you're dead

And you can't figure how when you're walking through town no one's noticed the knife sticking out of your head

Now you're living in fear that sometime this year they will finally notice that you're heart doesn't beat

And they'll dig you a grave and they'll put you away but you still won't be ready you'll grow back like a weed

Like a weed and you wonder what you're waiting for 'cause it seems there's no honor in death anymore