It's Just November, Don't Mean Nothing

The hospital died and the corridors were dark, the blood, it all collected in the pit below its heart. The undertaker came and he pumped out all the blood, and he poured it in the river and the bricks were warm and dry. And the autumn sun shown down on the concrete and the bones, and the people who were left had excuses of their own, and they watched the sun setting, then they all gouged out their eyes, 'cos they couldn't stand the darkness and they thought they could survive with an arrow through their hearts and a bullet through their heads, and a Bible in their hands, and the sunset's turning red. They were SO wrong!