These are the thoughts that keep me up at night 
Asleep with the dogs, all bark and no bite 
In love with a fool, feasting for my eyes 

Fern dell, fern dell 
I thought I knew you well 

Follow the kicks and punches with the rest 
Rearranged the furniture, 
Hoping it would make more sense 
But it didn't make a difference, 
It only made a bigger mess 

Fern dell, fern dell 
I thought I knew you well 

 [bad word] Malone fresh in from the kill 
Slaughtered the sheep 
Lined up on my windowsill 
Something's got a hold on me 
Regrettably you never will 

Fern dell, fern dell 
Oh, fern dell, fern dell 
I thought I knew you well