The sky is falling always pulling
 it is strange how people always seem
 To fall in love
 And now that we are in the dark
 It keeps crawling as it tells to make love
 The ones we love
 Because dead
 Because dead
 Because dead
 Showed no one luck

 Blossom on the shaving cream
 And [bad word] to the side of the hut [bad word] to the eyes we see for we
 Have dropped our luck at the silent bushes
 Because the dead
 Because the dead
 Because the dead showed no one luck
 Because the dead
 Because the dead
 Because the dead showed no one warmth

 Feel the warmth of the spring gleam
 As it gently washes over
 Butterflies fly to the room and change
 crawling spider follows outside
 And bleakly out into the sun
 Crawls away and torn away
 Because the dead
 Because the dead
 Because the dead showed no one luck
 Because the dead
 Because the dead
 Because the dead showed no one warmth