Dried up, a guitar upon my knee   I should have sold out when the devil came for me   Dig a hole and throw it out to sea   Break the code, how happy I could be      I still wave at the dots on the shore   And I still beat my head against the wall   I still rage and wage my little war   I'm a shade and easy to ignore      White wall, I had to paint a door   I always find that I've been through it before   Close it up and throw away the key   Break the code, how happy I could be      I woke up and I had a big idea   To buy a new soul at the start of every year   I paid up and it cost me pretty dear   Here's a hymn to those that disappear