Here Her Head, She Lay
Until She'd Rise And Say :
"I'm Starved Of Mirth;
Let's Go And Trip A Dwarf"

Oh, What To Be Done With Her ?
Oh, What To Be Done With Her ?
Oh ...


Ice Water For Blood
With Neither Heart Or Spine
And Then Just
To Pass Time; Let Us Go And Rob The Blind


What To Be Done With Her ?
I Ask Myself :
What To Be Said Of Her ?
Oh ...


But When She Calls Me, I Do Not Walk, I Run
Oh, When She Calls, I Do Not Walk, I Run
Oh ...
Oh ...


Oh ...