I went to see

Mrs Simpson

Up ten flights of stairs

My aunt had died

Leaving me millions

Which I wanted to share

Door was closed

Locked and barred

The sign read sealed forever

Should not have come

Summers gone

The year hangs tarred and feathered

Like head on legs

Rest of a person

Somewhere in between

I took the lot

Taking you over

All crazy and mean

What we did and said in this place

Noone will ever know so what's your discrace?

Here comes broken backs and bloody tears

The air's thick and black and you disappeared

I went up

To see Mrs Simpson

But she was not there

She may have gone

Back to her husband

But I dont really care

Broken backs

Heart attacks

Don't help keep me sober

I should not have come

Cause what I've done

Is done and gone and over

So hard luck

I won't own up

At your inquest come december

Its world war six

Or twenty one

The sense has gone its over

Over and done