The Clay's A Calling

My only foil
Is to slide along this mortal coil
As I realize it ends someplace
My resting place, bury me in flowers
Bury me for hours till only my toes show!
My weeping aunts, My weeping uncle
My weeping mum and dad when they chuck me in the oaken case
And I know, yes I know
We all got to go
But I would rather not, that’s all the same
I know, I know, I know we’ve got to go
But if it’s all the same I’ll stay around for another drink with you
Well, the clay keeps calling
God knows the pain’s appalling
And we wade at the (??center of it, find??)
We’ll wait (??) stirring our finger in the wine
This fleshy cage, It’s all the rage
You dance around for a bit, then they chuck you in an earthy pit
And I know, yes I know
We all got to go
But I would rather not, that’s all the same
I know, I know, I know we’ve got to go
But if it’s all the same I’ll stay around for another drink with you
This fleshy cage, It’s all the rage
You dance around for a bit, then they chuck you in an earthy pit
You dance around for a bit, then they chuck you in an earthy pit