dead prudence want you come out to play? 

dead prudence let's go out from your grave 

the sun is burnt the sky is gray 

it's wonderful and so we'll say 

dead prudence want you come out to play? 

dead prudence open your eyes 

let us seing your blood drying 

the sun is burnt the crows would say 

that you won't fly in paradise 'cause you have no wings 

dead prudence let us seeing your blood that's dry 

...look around round round... 

dead prudence want you come out to play?