Three Piece Suit (Get Down)

Whenever I get the last call
Whatever it is I'm in for
From whomever severs the frail cord
And wherever it is I fall, send me off
Sharp with the sartorial regard
Hardly afforded me in the cause
Of flossing this tall drink-of-water when
Dressing my cadaver in the morgue

I'll be on that drab, metal slab
Packed in a black bag, passed in the lab
Lay me on that black fabric and wrap
Every apt limb like you would a cast
Mark it with a chalk pencil at lengths
Like they made the chalk stencil on pavement
So when the last day's on the wane
I'll be rocking tailor-made in the grave

Find me with that
Flat fold in the breast pocket
A silk square for the pop when I'm in my
Three piece suit. Get down in my
Three piece suit. Get down with the

French cuffs crisp on the wrists
And a B.R. etched in the links for my
Three piece suit. Get down in my
Three piece suit. Get down in my

Fresh-wound Grand-dad's watch
With the alligator skin band copped for my
Three piece suit. Get down in my
Three piece suit. Get down with the

Spread collar on the neckline and a
Half Windsor in the tie when I'm in my
Three piece suit. Get down in my
Three piece suit. Get down

See I've been a man in clothes thirty years
Rarely felt a moment's comfort in the gear
Always had an old-school wardrobe vision
Couple suits, set of shirts fitted. But you'd better
Do a justice to the clothes if a
Made-to-measure bolt's getting sewn
See, I'm giving up the ghost and the devil's in the
Details on the host

I don't want no makeup on the face
Paint ain't but a clown's layer on the cake
Blue-grey hues stay on the pate
Grace in the pall. Plain as the day
Get me out the cage that awaits
Plenty time for a fate in a cave
Lay me on a bier framed for the case
Let the leather tan sunbathed in the rays

Give a little splash of cologne
Fresh dab of the eau, a waft in the tomb
Scent for the graft memory to proof
When the spades set clay on the roof
Sooth, any good suit in the grief's
Just a better butcher paper for the meat
But, see I'm rocking the fit for keeps
Bespoke PJs for the long sleep...

Find me with that
Flat fold in the breast pocket
A silk square for the pop when I'm in my
Three piece suit. Get down in my
Three piece suit. Get down with the

French cuffs crisp on the wrists
And a B.R. etched in the links for my
Three piece suit. Get down in my
Three piece suit. Get down in my

Fresh-wound Grand-dad's watch
With the alligator skin band copped for my
Three piece suit. Get down in my
Three piece suit. Get down with the

Spread collar on the neckline and a
Half Windsor in the tie when I'm in my
Three piece suit. Get down in my
Three piece suit. Get down

Find me in that oak coffin in deep muck
Sarcophagus bolt-run
Encased in cement plug
Dumped in and locked up

Find me with my lids clutched fast to the cap
Eyes sunk 'neath the round plastic
Skin slipped and the face slack
Front gums caulk-packed

Find me with that jaw sewn through the palate shut
Back cavity cotton-stuffed
Sutured up, brains sloshed
In a pitch black skull cup

Find me in that embalming fluid, in some nice
Dilute solution, stewing in juices
Floating in that bath pickled
Marinating in that cask liquor