Philippians 3:20-21

The path to the awful room that no one will sleep in again
 Was lit for one man only, gone where none can follow him
 Try to look down the way he had gone
 Back of the closet whose depths go on and on and on
 And nice people said he was with God now
 Safe in his arms
 But the voices of the angels that he heard on his last days with us
 Smoke alarms
 Well, the path to the palace of wisdom that the mystics walk
 Is lined with neuroleptics and electric shocks
 Hope daily for healing, try not to go insane
 Dance in a circle with bells on, try to make it rain
 And nice people say he had gone home to God now
 Safe in his arms, safe in his arms
 But the voices of the angels singing to him in his last hours with us
 Smoke alarms, smoke alarms