Come gether round assholes and chop me a line I'll tell you a tale of a good friend of mine It's a tale worth the telling So you might not agree Of a man I once knew and how he lost the sea I came here from a hearrtland Where no heart can live Where eyes remain hard and cannot forgive Of bloodshed and prison I was not affraid As long as the dead man inside me got laid And there's a chain that is snaking Through all our dreams It wraps round our eyes and shuts out moonbeams And my young heart was twisted By dark sexual games And the terminal shadow of heartache and stains But boys I was waiting, just biding my time And walking my rage down an old railway line And girls the night lilies they perfumed the track And when the day broke there was no turning back Now I live among lost man with winding down lives I sleep on their sofas and feel up their wives I wake late in the morning With a scream in my skull I shuffle to the kitchen but the knives are all dull And my life kept on winding, winding down slow I was dying of shame but not one tear did flow And with on final click and with nowhere to go I lay down to sleep where the night lilies grow