Here Her Head, She Lay

Until She'd Rise And Say :

"I'm Starved Of Mirth;

Let's Go And Trip A Dwarf"



Oh, What To Be Done With Her ?

What To Be Done With Her ?

Oh ...



Ice Water For Blood

With Neither Heart Or Spine

And Then Just, And Then Just

To Pass Time; Let Us Go And Rob The Blind



What To Be Done With Her ?

Oh, What To ...

What To Be Said Of Her ?

Oh ...



But When She Calls Me, I Do Not Walk, I Run

Oh, When She Calls, I Do Not Walk, I Run

Oh ...

Oh ...



Oh ...