Fake Yer Death

Fake yer death, if you need to
 To afford distractions from the living, oh
 You can make a body out of plaster soaked in your own blood
 Then leave the body in your bed
 Covered with the sheet like you were murdered in your sleep
 You can burn your house down and leave some bones
 Make sure the bones look something like your own
 Dig them up
 Steal them from the grave of someone your age
 You take these bones and place them
 Inside the plaster soaked in your blood
 Then leave the body in your bed
 Covered with the sheet like you were murdered in your sleep
 You can burn your house down and leave some bones
 Make sure the bones look something like your own
 Should our little crime go amiss
 Shall they see the bodies are not flesh?
 We wait until they're buried
 Until we rest, my love, until we rest
 And we can hide in the room like we've always wanted to
 To work on what we love, to work on what we love
 We won't tell anyone we're not dead, so
 We can hide away to work on what we love
 Until we rest, my love, until we rest