It may be late for a birthday cake: The trees cast a shadow on the gate & the doorstep; The dreadful framework of those dyin' afternoons Drives me crazy. Oh yes i'm spooked! My fingers crossed--a bad bad shudder: And love, it keep bragging 'bout a one short bliss. Two dogs fucking on a carpet-- A lovers kiss & sunset Thirty seven past lives-- Nicknames of my deadwives The swamp is haunted & the meadows are strange, & I'm so lonely on the top of the hill. The radio static bugs my corn-flake heart, And a bird is nesting in a the blue mailbox. Widespread toughts? No they wouldn't fit in here! I'd need something special and quite easy to handle. Refrain. I feel a little weird when the mansion is empty, But i likes the music comes down the ceiling. Sometimes i remember what was & what happened, But mostly i just sit & i don't give a shit. Refrain.