Be at Rest

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Mr. Felice Six foot tall A hundred a forty-eight pounds Soft teeth Sleep deprived Below average student Owner of two ill-fitting suits Wearer of hand me downs Often lukewarm and withdrawn Bathrobe often loosely tied [Refrain] (Be at rest, my friend) Be at rest [Verse 2] Never once named employee of the month Lover of twenty-four hour laundromats Avoider of eye contact Avoider of blood drives [Refrain] (Be at rest, my friend) Be at rеst [Verse 3] Worked every night club in Amеrica Had a fear of falling pianos Now exists in the interval between being and illusion In the saddle of a phosphorous horse A patron of snow cone carts Semi-proficient at long division Once spent over two months stuck in a painting by Bruegel the Elder [Refrain] (Be at rest, my friend) Be at rest [Bridge] The hearse has been cleaned and polished His body has been prepared for entombment The guest book left open The funeral parlour pillows Have been fluffed [Verse 4] To his son he leaves a cloudless sky One pair of ill-fitting shoes To his wife a box of undeveloped negatives A bowl of onion soup From dreams to dust