Death Cap

The baddest news of all
It comes in mid July
I’m standing in my summer dress
I’ve got tears in my eyes
The telephone’s ringing
But I don’t want to go
Down to the river
To that river where the death cap grows
So can I stay
Please, case I stay
Just one more day
One more day
I’ve been a fool
From London to Rome
Just picking mushrooms
On my way back home
And I’ve seen more in ten years now
Than I was ever meant to see
So I’m older now
I’m older now than I can stand to be
The devil visits
To collect his fee
So I’ve had him in
For some company
And I don’t know what’s out there
Beyond all of this
So I cling to my mind
And the green on the vine
If that’s all that there is
Or am I out of line?
Am I out of line?
Am I out of line?
Am I out of time?