Hart Island

The smell of sweat
And soil is dead giveaway
They always need someone new
To fill another mass grave

My mind isn't racing
It's dull and I'm bored
And I'm not frustrated
By my case anymore

Just imagining my day on Hart Island

I'm waiting for a Second Wave
To fill another mass grave
I'll never forget the sound
Of all that wood in the ground

Doesn't matter where you're from
The Worst is yet to come
My hands are shaking with anticipation
Waiting for a Second Wave

The sink is broken,
The more that I stay here my fate is sealed
I'd rather take my chances
In the depth's of the potter's field

There's medicine
In the sun on my back
And I'm much too busy
For a panic attack

When I'm dancing with the bones on Hart Island

I'm waiting for a Second Wave
To fill another mass grave
I'll never forget the sound
Of all that wood in the ground

Doesn't matter where you're from
The Worst is yet to come
My hands are shaking with anticipation
Waiting for a Second Wave

So Put on your Sun-
Day best one tenth weekly tithe
You can never be too prepared
For the next swing of the scythe

If you're all alone
And your body is stranded
There's no-one to claim it
You're in safe hands

With my prison skeleton crew on Hart Island

I'm waiting for a Second Wave
To fill another mass grave
I'll never forget the sound
Of all that wood in the ground

Doesn't matter where you're from
The Worst is yet to come
My hands are shaking with anticipation
Waiting for a Second Wave