Death in April - Made Out Of Babies

Small body on the road coat still sheened with Spring

It’s eyes still black And soft and warm and clean

It’s legendary quickness of feet too slow for the truck’s wheels or teeth

Matter of minutes and hours all gone Picked up for someone else’s feast

And again, and again and again and again Body on the road Coat still sheened

with Spring

It’s eyes still black and soft and warm and clean

It’s legendary speed Outrun by hungry truck wheels

The song was short as it was sweet

His song was short as it was sweet

Soft with Spring Warm and Clean Bright and Mean Short and Sweet Hungry Teeth

Dull the sheen

Make the Feast Soft with Spring