Four Pails Peter Hammill

[Intro]
Four pails of water and a bag full of salts

[Verse 1]
That is all we are, that is all a man comprises
Chemicals alone, with no spirit, soul or ghost –
Nothing so bizarre
No amount of faith disguises
What is true is what we fear the most

[Verse 2]
Nothing can survive save the things men leave behind them
Any other case would be really too absurd –
If thoughts remained alive
Surely modern science would find them?
No, the soul is nothing but a word

[Bridge]
All the wonders Man achieves emerge from cerebral tissue (Cerebral tissue)
Chemical reactions' ebb and surge form that Thing that is you...
It's a sad philosophy, but better sad than wrong
Face the truth instead:
When you're dead you're dead
When you're gone you're gone... (When you're gone you're gone)
(When you're gone you're gone)
(When you're gone you're gone)
Now she's gone