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