The Scene Is Dead - Fionn Regan

A whiskey-ginger and a visor on

We’ll have our summer in the back garden

You talked me into anything you would

You have a snake coming in your blood

The scene is dead

The scene is dead

The scene is dead

I see a glow down at the end of the hall

When I get close to it, it moves up the wall

You are a beautiful bony witch

You wail banshee into the lily bush

The scene is dead

The scene is dead

Th scene is dead

Th scene is dead

The scene is dead

The scene is dead

In a tomb of its own lies

Chip my tooth on porcelain

Shut the door