Dead Long Dead

Dead long dead long dead
My heart is a handful of dust
The wheels go over my head
My bones are shaken with pain
Into a shallow grave there thrust
Only a yard beneath the street
And the hooves of the horses beat beat
The hooves of the horses beat.

Beat into my scalp into my brain
Beat into my scalp into my brain

There's never an end to the stream of passing feet
Driving hurrying marrying burying
Clamor and rumbles and ringing and clatter
And here beneath it's all as bad
For i thought the dead had peace
But well it is not so
To have no peace in the grave
Is that not sad?
Up and down and to and fro
Ever about me the dead men go
To hear a dead man chatter
Is enough to drive one mad

It's enough to drive one mad
It's enough to drive me mad