When the numbers get so high
Of the dead flying through the sky
O, I don't know why
 [bad word] to me
 [bad word] to me

When your mouth is laying ope
Head knocked back you don't cope
You're out of rings and flowers and soap
 [bad word] to me
 [bad word] to me

 [bad word] to me
 [bad word] and all
It's my hands, my heart, my lips
And that is all

When the fever hits on your forehead
And [bad word] mice chew up your bed
And you call on God and God is dead
 [bad word] to you
 [bad word] to you

O, sugar won't you be my only
I'm a hard-hearted honey-pot hungry shepherd
And I'm longing to be born for you, that's her

 [bad word] to you
 [bad word] and all
It's your hands, your heart, your lip
And that is all

In the night time when you feel me
And the backs of your knees conceal me
And your eyeballs unreal me
 [bad word] to me
 [bad word] to me