Playing Harp for the Fishes

Playing Harp for the Fishes -Wire
A mute undertaker had something to tell
I stand at the threshold
I'm ringing the bell
I was hoping for heaven
I'd settle for hell
Playing harp for the fishes
It's hard to pretend
Playing
Patrolling the margins inspecting the swell
Located the body south of land's end
I'd long missed the boat
The tide had gone slack
Playing harp for the fishes
It's hard to pretend
Playing
The heat was zinc my mood was black
I was melting soaked in a trackside shack
I was frying in heaven I was diving to hell
Playing harp for the fishes
It's hard to pretend
Playing
Is it always so
Is it always so
Is it always so