Ostia (The Death of Pasolini)

There's honey in the hollows

And the contours of the body

A sluggish golden river

A sickly golden trickle

A golden, sticky trickle

You can hear the bones humming

You can hear the bones humming

And the car reverses over

The body in the basin

In the shallow sea-plane basin

And the car reverses over

And his body rolls over

Crushed from the shoulder

You can hear the bones humming

Singing like a puncture

Singing like a puncture

Killed to keep the world turning

Killed to keep the world turning

Killed to keep the world turning

Throw his bones over

The white cliffs of Dover

And into the sea, the sea of Rome

And the bloodstained coast of Ostia

Leon like a lion

Sleeping in the sunshine

Lion lies down

Lion lies down

Out of the strong came forth sweetness

Out of the strong came forth sweetness

Throw his bones over

The white cliffs of Dover

And murder me in Ostia

And murder me in Ostia

The sea of Rome

And the bloodstained coast

And the car reverses over

The white cliffs of Dover

And into the sea, the sea of Rome

You can hear the bones humming

You can hear the bones humming

You can hear the bones humming

Throw his bones over

The white cliffs of Dover

And into the sea, the sea of Rome

And murder me in Ostia