Marry me I may be a lie
Marry me tell me the day that I die
Who's got our future little one
Will there be a honeymoon little one
Please lie! Please lie!

But if memories could walk
Boy I'd lay awake nights
Now I can't go home anymore little one
Now I don't mind chopping wood
But the memory don't do no-one no good
"See there's this girl
I just can't keep from
And hungry lie in wait for her shadow
To cross the window frame
Alight upon the venetian blind
Hoping for just one good claim
Upon that ectoplasmic stain!
And make her mine! Make her mine!
This kind of thing happens all the time"
(Small dark hole in the soul and
loathe to touch me)

Marry me I may be a lie
Marry me tell me the day that I die
Who's got our future little one?
Will there be a honeymoon little one
Please lie! Please lie!

Make a pillow for my head
Fallen leaves will make my bed
When I die don't bury me alone
'Cos I don't think I'd take to kind
To the cold cold earth
Down full fathom five
This kind of thing happens all the time