He takes his dinner in the bed,
Love sickened and infirmed.
The orderly found him there,
Filleted on the marble stairs.
Hat still in hand, his smokin' remains
Blown out by a kiss from Nurse "Some Day Soon"
Someday soon
Someday soon
Someday soon
Some day
Some day
Some day...
His eyes are closed, he mouths her name
The rosary: her lips and tongue.
She is the centrifuge that throws the spires from the sun;
The Sisteen Chapel, painted with a gattling gun!
Some day soon,
Some day soon,
Some day soon...
Some day soon,
Some day soon....
Polar nettles set on end,
Move like starlings up a cliff -
Antennae of her foggy touch,
The force-field 'round her frosty hips,
Whose shape recalls the wicked spade,
That buried him but on his lips:
The last rites of Nurse "Some Day Soon".
The correct lyrics are as follows:
He takes his dinner in the bed, Love sickened and infirmed. The orderly found him there, Filleted on the marble stairs. Hat still in hand, his smokin' remains Blown out by a kiss from Nurse "Some Day Soon" Someday soon Someday soon Someday soon
Some day Some day Some day...
His eyes are closed, he mouths her name The rosary: her lips and tongue. She is the centrifuge that throws the spires from the sun; The Sisteen Chapel, painted with a gattling gun! Some day soon, Some day soon, Some day soon...
Some day soon, Some day soon....
Polar nettles set on end, Move like starlings up a cliff - Antennae of her foggy touch, The force-field 'round her frosty hips, Whose shape recalls the wicked spade, That buried him but on his lips: The last rites of Nurse "Some Day Soon".