Call it all gone,    if you must,    well, I should bank it in a bank of trust.    But I save it by accident,    in my room, ha ha ha, it should pay rent.   I raise my arms to set it free,   but it sleeps here and it sleeps for free.    Why should I wake it,    when it lays still,    cause when it wakens it pains me still.   Why won’t you take it,    like it takes me,    and I hate it,   like it hates me.    But it stays here all of the time,    it don’t call you but it calls itself mine.