Coy Daphne dreamed of getting even
For all that asshole Cupid forced her to be.
So she reached down her slender-fingered branches
And struck Apollo down with a blade destined for me.

Then Hades was all buzzing something wicked.
Charon was all pomp and celebrity.
When all at once Beelzebub stole Orpheus’ lyre;
Broke it into pieces and tossed it upon the fire.

Singing “Bury me, bury me, Neon Jesus!
This old soul’s landed feet-first in my grave.”
Shoot me down, shoot me down,
Shoot me down, Persephone.
Dust me off in the morning
When it all starts up again.

I followed Dante up into the mountains,
Seeking an accomplice to dignity.
All we found there was a puppet-show perdition,
A Punch-and-Judy mock-up tragedy.

He’s got a wife that he can’t stand up there in Heaven,
Where they refuse entry to the likes of you and me.
She’s got a voice that she would use if you could hear it;
Until that day she self-censors for free.

She sings “Bury me, bury me, Neon Jesus!
Give me something I can take to make me brave.”
Shoot me down, shoot me down,
Shoot me down, Beatrice.
She doesn’t speak much,
But we should listen when she says:

“Why don’t you run with me to the waters of California,
Let’s run until we run right out of land.
And when we run into the mighty Pacific
Let’s hope and pray the ocean spits us back.”

Singing “Bury me, bury me Neon Jesus.
This old soul’s landed feet-first in my grave.
Shoot me down, shoot me down,
Shoot me down, Persephone.
Dust me off in the morning,
When it all starts up again.”