I’ve got the melancholy blues, So keep your blue suede shoes, For I don’t want to dance.
I’m in the mood of a tragic victim, Going through a personal bereavement, On the very last gasp of his awful life And now is the time to kiss my forehead goodbye.
I hope and pray I have a better afterlife And I hope it’s much shorter than my time on this Earth. For a life time of Hell, I have endured.
I never did manage to find a cure, To this black smoldering effigy I call my heart. The solid stone prison, which keeps me trapped And stops other people feeling this crap, But stops me from feeling any happiness.
For my body is my temple and I worship at no altar, For this temple is now in ruins and my faith has been shattered, By this thing called love, which I have taken for granted, For it is now a cryptic Aztec mystery which I cannot master.
And the barbed whip I crack, Cannot tame this Trojan love, That has crept into my heart and eaten away at my soul.