"City Of The Dead"
(written by Kristin Hersh)
Works In Progress Version:
Some honeymoon
Your body without you
How'd you do it, John?
He left the levee on his
own
The crab and gators come
and gone
So I laid a heavy stone
across his head
I'm making him a city of
the dead
Some honey sun
You're lucky to be gone
Crawfish claw your eyes
out beyond
How'd you do it, John?
I think of all the dead
girls
Swimming 'round you now
So I sew my name across
your vest
I think of all the dead
girls
Swimming 'round you now
So I sewed your name into
my chest
I won't stay married 'cause
you won't stay buried
So stop your talking in
my dreams
I won't stay awake if I
can't kiss your fingers
The Creole quarter misses
you, but I don't
It's like Saint Peter said,
in the city of the dead
The Creole quarter misses
you, but I don't
It's like Saint Louis said,
in the city of the dead
I won't stay awake if I
can't kiss your fingers
The Creole quarter misses
you, but I don't
It's like Saint Peter said,
in the city of the dead
The Creole quarter misses
you, but I don't
It's like Saint Louis said,
in the city of the dead
