We are all plucked
From this world
Some of us straight
And some of us curled
What's there left
To understand
The world's been ending
Since it all began
I was exhumed
Is all I can say
My eyes are White
And my skin is grey
I found my hat
Beside my head
The desert was cold
And the sand was red
You can shoot me once
You can shoot me twice
Shoot till you feel safe
Shoot me all you like
Miss or hit
You can only hide
For what you shoot
Has already died