You Shuffle my emotions
With your slight of hand
why can't you be true?
My emotions you shuffle
By Controlling the deck
It's pain and love
With a noose round my neck
Why can't you be true?
Manipulating my emotions
You play if it's a game,
Befuddling thee issues
It's a crying shame.
Why can't you be true

They gave me a room
In psychoville,
Three square meals
One red pill,
They gave me a room
In madnessville
Repeat repeat as
Time stood still.
They gave me a room
In suicideville
Thoughts were dark
**** **** ****.
visiting times,
In loonyville
is half past chicory
And quarter to dill.
Push me along in me four wheeled chair
madness lies between thee Apple and pear

There Was i on the gallows
I had committed a heinous crime.
Robbed a bank,killed a cop
So now its realisation time.
Wooden overcoat,I was about to wear
So I gave the hangman one happy stare,
blew a kiss to the beautiful world,
Then popped out me crooked tongue,
Then everything went deathly silent,
I knew all me songs had been sung

The world is under chemical attack
Run to your shelters it's going to get black.
A virus is coming it turns brains to slime
its started already,no turning back time.
Billions and billions are going to die
No time to wonder,no time to cry.
Masks not needed it's in thee air
Nobody but nobody will be spared
The earth has been poisoned
It's a terrible sphere
Now everything living must feel the fear.

Loneliness quite of house
Death of a mother.
Loneliness lost in time
Death of a lover,
Loneliness mixed emotion
Death of a friend
Loneliness broken of heart
Death of a wife
Loneliness,life so bleak
Is it suicide,which I seek.
Loneliness without a hand
Only the lonely will understand.

Walking among tombstones
Being at home with the dead
Living with footsteps that leave no tread
Smell of the corpse,the odour of hell
Come and join me,have no story to tell.
we can drink some wine entwine as one
Walking among tombstones can be so much fun
Read my name, read thee epitaph
On the road to hell it could be a laugh
Living with footsteps that make no sound
To walk with me ,you must enter the ground

Tinker,tailor,soldier spy
One of these work for thee FBI.
four jolly bed fellows
Twists and turns,
Three of these have to
Jolly well burn.
Who are the baddies
Working for the KGB
work it out
Send the codes to me
Take them out
In your own time
You have clearance
We're cover up the crime