Forever Shrouded in Black

Forever Shrouded in Black                            April 26, 2006

It's a mystery to you,

That, I know for sure.

You can't seem to comprehend

What's in store for me below the floor,

Or why I'm standing here, wearing this black.

The devil's always on attack.

Now, my mama always asks me

If I've been reading The Good Book,

And I say to her, "No, but I know the tales."

The biblical Jews were a cruel bunch,

Hard to believe they're people for God.

It took a carpenter to tell 'em

About casting the first stone.

I guess that makes me a meshugge

To those wearing a yamulke,

But I have equally disparaging thoughts

Sometimes about the Christian lot.

I'd like to think I'm going to Heaven,

But I'll probably wind up in hell,

So I might as well be forever shrouded in black.

Everyday is just a funeral, you see?

Life is always slipping hand-in-hand away,

And when it's time to go, you won't know,

And how can you be sure where you'll go,

For there are always questions, quandaries

To drive a body, a soul mad.

I've said The Prayer to save me,

Yet, all I get are requests to cut off an arm and leg.

I can't meet these demands at all.

Everyday is another day I have to live to see

A world full of contradictions and hypocrisies.

Thus, I'll be forever shrouded in black.

It's always a funeral.

It's always here for me.

It's here for you, but you just turn a blind eye.

One day, you will surely see

It's wrath will have its way,

So you better be ready

When the black veil gets pulled over your eyes.