Have tummy ache, and suffocate.    Just as they loaded me in a hole.   And as the ground covered my remains.    Oh, and this fuckin’ taste in mouth.   I missed the bus, I missed the boat.    And the candle is burnt, just melted wax.   Now I can’t lie, it’s too late to sigh. If you ask, I’ll say its ok—it’s ok.   And sit back at my place—sit back at my place.      Sorry I am. I broke the spell.    But it was over me. I need to dream.   Another time, it seems I stick my fingers oh right into my eyes.   No matter for me. Can do with it. No problem, it’s all honky dory.   I’ll send a smile. Say it’s all right. Put back my things. Pack up and be off—and be off   and sit back at my place—sit back at my place   And sit back at my place—sit back at my place   Sit back at my place.