Money is spent to make it all right
                  No expense can be spared for love you see
A clue to this damp but glorious played up ceremony
                And being admitted to an elite club of the insane
The asylum that many readily join including myself
             Offers some assurance to believing this passion is true

The demonic tones of an old piano
              Are tapped to the rhythm of my walk
A walk to the death some may argue
          Or maybe the plank to the life that’s more than this one
Clicking and stomping of expensive high-heeled shoes
             And the empty peoples clapping hands
Welcome an inviting tone to this unfamiliar place

Later, bragging and screaming and loud blues music
               Plays continuously in the background
Skeletons of once known adored people dance around
             Drinking frivolously and laughing hysterically
The cold bars and low-lighted floors
         Make for a tingling sensation to run down my spine

As I see you my friend, my angel, my beau
              It seems I will be spending my eternal life here
Always my mother and father say-
           Amongst leeches, roses,

And the ringing of wedding bells.