I walk these streets where my soulless feet
Haunt the ground where it was I once tread
On Grafton's Arcade pours the [bad word] rain
Though the voices I no longer hear speak
Heaven's to blame so on that I'll abstain
Best clean the church from my cracked fingernail
But don't let me die still wondering
What it was I left behind

From God's golden plate [bad word] they eat
Till their belly's burst ignorance bliss
Never they roam a wanderless home
Is as far as their sorry eye sees
Give me [bad word] ol' goat well trampled and soaked
Until these ashes and blood mingle deep
But don't let me die still wondering
What it was I left behind

Though I've been that face before
Slammed every open door
Squandered once scattered beliefs
So when the [bad word] crashin' in
I'll swim as the ocean swims
Out with the morning tide
Then back for my tea

So I'll do as I please like the well-tempered breeze
Blowin' which way I see fit
I'll grey with the clay seven days till the day
When they throw me on the potter's scrap heap
But take my advice; you'll have to bury me twice
Cause the first time I won't rest easily
But don't let me die still wondering
What it was I left behind

So don't let me die still wondering
What it was I left behind
I want a race [bad word] ahead of the gun
With a dance before the far finish line
So no life long regrets, only well feathered steps
Until these shoes I can longer shine
But don't let me die still wanderin'
For the love I left behind