The Face Of Death

The face of death is my best friend He lurks behind my favorite bend And though we meet, we never speak I've got a feeling he's unique He looks so crushed, but he's alright He eats his food, he sleeps at night His leather jacket's quite like mine I'm sure we two would get on fine But some day I'll make him mine I'll wear your face, I'll come to tea My place or yours and then you'll see It's like walking through a mirror He tried too hard, it never came To anything, they burned his name They threw him out 'cause he was wrong And left him trapped inside this song --- The Face of Death - Robyn Hitchcock