Core

Pack me a trunk, book me a bunk
I’m going on the trip of a lifetime
Into the bowels of the earth, dear
Since you left me I’m in hell
Digging a band, dig in the sand
Right to the core of the earth, dear
Since you left me I’m in hell
Wishing that you were here
You met some prick, fell in love quick
And in the blink of an eye
Vows they were vowed and knots they were tied
I felt so sick that I died, dear
So pack me a trunk, book me a bunk
I’m bound where the weather is balmy
Into the bowels of the earth, dear
Since you left me I’m in hell
Tears falling from the poet’s eyes
Into the freezing snow
The flowing tears will run all the way back
Into his beloved’s house
The source of all his misery
With you on my brain, on the ghost train
Dancing a waltz with the corpses
Everything’s horrid in hell, dear
Wishing to hell, wishing to hell, wishing to hell you were here
With you on my brain, on the ghost train
Everything’s talcum and sulphur
Satan and I and the corpses
Sincerely we wish you were here