Lyrics

They found you in the morning when the servant brought your tray
You were staring at the ceiling, as pale and cold as clay
The landlord swore and crossed himself and clung on to the curtain
They sent for Doctor Horvath and he swore that death was certain
They took you to the graveyard and they laid you to your rest
Your uncle came from Maribor, your niece from Budapest
The words were said, the tears were shed, the earth was patted down
The sexton put his greatcoat on and cycled back to town
But the doctor was in error; you don't see this very often
Taste the madness, touch the terror... wake up and smell the coffin!
Wake up and smell the coffin
Stop scrabbling and scraping
There’s no way of escaping
Wake up and smell the coffin

There's a suffocating silence and at first you think you're dreaming
Then the coins fall from your eyes and now you're choking and you're screaming
The earth is pressing down on you and trickling through the gaps
Don't kick too hard, my friend, or you might make the lid collapse...
Could you punch the planking out and burrow through the ground?
Are the mourners still above you, snivelling round the mound?
Is somebody kneeling down to place a final wreath?
Could they hear your stifled sobbing just six feet beneath?
What if rats come snuffling to feed on your remains?
How long will the air hold out? What happens if it rains?
And you're gnawing at your knuckles as your brain begins to soften
And your fragile reason buckles... wake up and smell the coffin!
Wake up and smell the coffin
They really should have waited
At least you weren’t cremated
Wake up and smell the coffin