A Good-Looking Ghost

This is not the death that I wanted
But it's the death that I got
The bleeding started around Christmas
And I was dead by March

I tried to find God
I wrote the New York Times
I drank my friend's blood
For the headlines

I'll make a good-looking ghost
I'll make a good-looking ghost
I'll make a good-looking ghost
I'll make a good-looking ghost

This is not the death that I wanted
But it's the death that I got
The bleeding started around Christmas
And I was dead by March

I've picked out my stone
I wrote thank you cards
I want Central Park
To be my graveyard