When i was a child
my mother would talk me into bed
And each night as she kissed me 
these are the words that she said

She said
Dont go to bed with strangers
Dont play with the dead
Always keep your wits sharp
like an axe inside the shed

Yay diridi....

When i was just a schoolboy
My father he spoken to me
He said boy check my song [?]
Don't [bad word] anyone
And remember that nothing is free

And the world is full of strangers
The world is full of dread
The world is full of sharpened wits
And millions of tears you will shed

Yay diridi....

Well, when i was a young man
My profesor at university
Said advice[?] is [bad word] Don't ever be [bad word] Don't show your emotion
You're somebody in an ocean
And it's dark as the bottom of the sea

Then, there's no such thing as a stranger
They're equally backwards and round
Shapened axe is not wits,
Cause i broken my sticks
And you never be free till you're strong

Yay diridi...

Well, the young man grow old
Then the world gets cold
Now it never was warm to begin
Don't let down your guard
For the reaper works hard
And it will not take past till your dead

Now i'm old and [bad word] My troubles like sand on the beach
They can't be calculated
I always have waited
For something just out of reach

And i to myself am a stranger
My heart is an island of dread
My world is disounding [?]
With myseries unbounding
With only one thing to be said

I'll say
Yay diridi...