I'm not the nitty-gritty of your gloom
Oh, I'm not
Am I a deputy in your synod? I'm not
Oh, I'm not
I got hurt I opened the window
You never knew about the fume of it
I hanged some riot with necktie on your wall
I didn't drag it out
A heart issue
You'd cry if I tell
Put sea in the bottles
Let the ships go down
A heart issue
You'd cry if I tell
Put sea in the bottles
Let the ships go down