"Now the blow's been softened Since we are our own damn coffins. Well, everybody's talkin' 'bout their short list, And everybody's talkin' 'bout death! You were layin' on the carpet Like you're satin in a coffin. You said, "Do you believe what you're sayin'?" "Yeah, right now, but not that often." Are you dead or are you sleepin'? Are you dead or are you sleepin'? Are you dead or are you sleepin'? God, I sure hope you are dead."