There's honey in the hollows And the countours of the body A sluggish golden river A sickly golden trickle A golden, sticky trickle You can hear the bones humming And the car reverses over The body in the basin In the shallow sea-plane basin. And the car reverses over And his body rolls over Crushed from the shoulder You can hear the Bones humming Singing like a puncture Killed to keep the world turning Throw his bones over The White Cliffs of Dover Into the sea The Sea of Rome And the bloodstained coast Of Ostia Leon like a lion Sleeping in the sunshine. Lion lies down. Out of the strong Came forth sweetness. Throw his bones over The White Cliffs of Dover And murder me In Ostia. The Sea of Rome. You can hear his bones humming. Throw his bones over The White Cliffs of Dover And into the sea The Sea of Rome Then murder me, In Ostia.
