[bad word]    And in a state of deep decay
    Your flesh it rots away
    But I still can't accept that you have died
    I know that I should bury you
    Can't bear to let you go
    'Cause I haven't got the strength to say "Goodbye"

As I lay beside you, your body oh so still
Believe be love, I could never do you ill
I just want to hold you, put your hands upon my flesh
Your fingers so cold, the uncertain feel of death

Only you and I know what goes on behind closed doors
And now I can do things to you I never could before
Be still my love, as in your arms I lie
much more faithful lover than you were before you died
 [bad word] 
Bridge:  Lying in our bed, so peaceful yet so cold
         You will never know the joys and pain of growing old
         I handle you so gently, I must not increase the loss
         I live in mortal fear, that the best bits might fall off
 [bad word] 
When people call to see you, I say you've gone away
Only you and I know that with me you'll always stay
If I bring home other lovers there is nothing you will say
I know I can rely on you to stay out of the way

We never seem to argue like we use to do before
And you [bad word] home at 4AM lay [bad word] outside the door
And I will never find a more faithful geezer
I know when I'm out clubbing your at home locked in the freezer