Now your kindest remark, does not move me,
Both your face and your heart, do not suit me,
Holes in your coffin, fool,
And the girl that you had she won't save, 
Ad the face that you have will enslave you,
Holes in your coffin prove,

Nothing less will do...
Do, do, do...

And the words on your grave go to show for,
The way you have behaved and I know for,
Holes in your coffin prove,
What you get for being just too playful,
What you get for being so distasteful,
Holes in your coffin fool...

Nothing less will do...
Do, do, do...

If the word of the law doesn't get you
And the guilt you ignore's gonna set you,
Free, free, free
If the cross on the door doesn't scare you,
And the beast of the moor's gonna spare you, [bad word] home to me.

Nothing less will do...
Do, do, do...
Nothing less will do...
Do, do, do...