What Should We Do With Your Body? (The Lightning) Songtext
von The Paper Chase

Will you bleed and dress me where I′m found?
Black with blood and conduction, we sniff dry ground
I'm a lightning bolt, I′m a toy that chokes
Open hands will open throats
I'm a single flashing curse that finds you in the universe

Oh, the views you'll see over cross danglings
What should we do with your body?
Oh, the view you see will be astounding
All of the beautiful bodies
All of the beautiful bodies
All of the beautiful, beautiful, beautiful bodies

There will be family pets roaming our streets
They belly up to the scent of the hospitals
And of the rotting meat
I′m a lightning strike that will circle the sky
You will swallow your teeth
Your wool smells brown with burn
All shepherds eat their herds


Oh, the views you′ll see over cross danglings
What should we do with your body?
Oh, the view you see will be astounding
All of the beautiful bodies
All of the beautiful bodies
All of the beautiful, beautiful, beautiful bodies

I can show you the way
The lightning rods are the fingers of God
And I'll have you pictured in my head
All of you butchered in your beds
I can have this arranged
The willing whore is the hand of the Lord
And I′ll have you pictured in my head
All of you butchered in your beds

'Cause God is everywhere
God is everywhere
God is everywhere
God is everywhere


Over funeral screams and the wedding dreams
What should we do with the bodies?
The sweet release, the sound of sighing
All of the beautiful bodies
To the birthing scene, suicide bombings
What should we do with the bodies?
The sweet release, the slow resigning
All of your beautiful bodies
All of your beautiful bodies