I've seen your severed head at a banquet for the dead
All dressed up for dinner, looked so fine
Your shining silver salver so tastefully powdered
With the finest military quick lime

Now try and picture this, as I gave you a kiss
The apple in your mouth slipped in mine
The orchestra played the sweetest serenade
We laughed as we put away your wine

So raise your glasses, here's a toast to wasted lives
May all their ghost come back to haunt you
And tell you how they died

How do you sleep
How do you last the night and keep the dogs at bay
How do you feel
When you close your eyes and try and drift away
Does it feel any better now, does it mean any more
When the angel of death comes knock, knocking
And banging at your door

When all the fun was over, I put you on my shoulder
Took you home, away from it all
Shot down and claimed, mounted and framed
Tastefully hung up on my wall

Are my dreams your nightmares
Get off your knees, the party's over
I'm coming home to you

How do you sleep
How do you last the night and keep the dogs at bay
How do you feel
When you close your eyes and try and drift away
Does it feel any better now, does it mean any more
When the angel of death comes knock, knocking
And banging at your door

How do you sleep
How do you last the night and keep the dogs at bay
How do you feel
When you close your eyes and try and drift away
Does it feel any better now, does it mean any more
When the angel of death comes knock, knocking
And banging at your door

At your door

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Writer(s): JOHN SQUIRE