just when you've found your way to   the boiler room   they come to dig you out   with picks and shovels and   acetylene torches      I couldn't do nothing but watch as her tears fell on fresh fruit   behind the boney walls of my skull   there was playing a lullaby      la la la la la la la la la la la, la la la la la      we're just trying to be free   of our bodies   our stomachs full of liquor   and our lungs   full of water      I couldn't do nothing but watch as her tears fell on fresh fruit   behind the boney walls of my skull   there was playing a lullaby      la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la, la