She fills me up then cuts me down
makes of me a ghost in loveless town,
(south of Andover)

Sunday and a change in me
piety rules
is that ok?
she said,
with reprobates as mates who
needs to look for trouble?

The rest is ancient history
or alchemy and when they
find my bones in about a
thousand years
they'll say,
here's where he
was laid to rest,
but I get no rest
not even on a
Sunday.