[ WP ] A worldly , sardanapalian Christian priest from San Francisco hallucinates as he is lead to the forest outskirts of the city , digs his own grave , and is executed by a hired hitman .

`` Dig your grave.'' 
 
 I came to San Francisco. I do n't know what it was, but there was something going on here. I thought I had found love and a marriage. I can hear Satanic incantations. Her priest is muttering prayers. `` Dig!'' I'm digging, god dammit. 
 
 San Francisco has nothing to do with this. Why am I thinking that now? Here is the shovel that will dig this ground of rocks. Just let me dig myself into a hole. 
 
 `` I love you, Harker. This wo n't hurt a bit.'' She even brought along the Kentucky priest to marry me to the devil. 
 
 Just what God will carry this puppet body home? 
 
 Here is this ground of rocks and here my shovel carves my headstone. I kneel and cry. Why do I have to die? 
 
 All of the words you said to me are still vibrating in my head. Goodbye, my beautiful world. 
 
 My head opens up like a love letter. 
 
 What will they know about this day? The stars are washed down the sink. 
 
 As I cut through the highway inside my blue Cadillac, where I would one day take Lucy -- but why trap my body in the dirt and shoot me to the heavens? Oh come to me Satan's hot tub. My skin shrinks, wraps my skeleton. 
 
 Do you recall, Lucy, that song we used to sing along? `` That old man's river is a dirty latrine'' or something to that tune. I float dead in those murky waters. Old river boat floats to the greasy shore. 
 
 I'm going to fall, straight into the arms of Satan, down to the pockets of the devil. I'm raving madly! No, I'm whistling the river's song. Sirens! Wail in the distance. 
 
 Dante turns to self-pity. Goes on and on. Oh you drooling maniac. 
 
 Her love was a trek of deception, lead me into the heart of despair, and in we sweep into the Devil's lair. 
 
 `` See you, Harker. Good luck!'' 
 
 And I rave and I rave, and the hellhounds bark, and she puts a bullet through my eyes, and the drip and the drip of the river as it just rolls by. 
 
 I do n't know what it actually is, but there was definitely something going on here.
