Ten minutes past dead

I am ten minutes past dead

Well I walk around

In a one horse town

With sign hung round my head

And this thorny crown

Keeps weighing me down

I am ten minutes past dead

The satchel flew

In the wind that blew

And the coroner called out words unsaid

For they'll be saying a few

Kneeling in their pews

While I'm ten minutes past dead

Can they hang a man

For having a plan

Or murder him in his bed

Was it desparate dan

Or Laurel and stan

Or am I ten minutes past dead? 

Moses on the mountain is eating molasses

Kendra the dragon is breathing madrases

And I am currying favour from you instead

Releasing the poisoned gases

The Opium of the masses

While I am ten minutes past dead