Testo di Unfortunate Age

I applied And eventually they replied Impeccable taste, such an unfortunate age Getting this far took a long time A car stolen properly, passport to poverty I applied Bride-to-be For my benefit, marry me Help me fill out my forms Through the winter we’ll stay warm We’ll claim the unclaimed And patiently pay for it Yearly with our lives Dearly with our lives bride-to-be Bury us, with shovel and bible fuss Like the book that we’ve strummed We’re dog-eared and well-thumbed We don’t fold the pages We know where our place is A tree for a headstone Roots grow through our bones