Yeah
Cry to myself and hanging 'round
This old vessel that is, is running 'round
I seem to recall feeling serene
My hand on the hip of a beautiful being
And light in my eye and love in my heart
It went away and you tore it apart
Here's to hoping you fall six feet south
Keep my name out of your mouth
Yeah, she'd wrote back and I got down
I didn't want no, nobody around
Now that you have had your fun
You got all your dropping guns
And now I disappear, I always did
Held them near my coffin lair
Just a hoping you'd fall six feet south
Keep my name out of your mouth
Yeah, your mouth, yeah