If you've got a quarter you can stick in my neck
and I'll sing whatever song you want for whatever mood you're in.
Isn't that what you expect? I can sing you to sleep.
I've got a mouth full of blood.
Well I'll carry this casket if it's what I have to do.
So bring on the dark sky and let it cover me entirely.
Isn't that what you expect? I can sing you to sleep.
And all you want from me is a broken heart.
And I'll run down to the river and grab five buckets of water.
Wait right where you are and I will serve you at your table.
I hope you like my restaurant and the lighting is right.

To be continued...