Core - Momus

Pack me a trunk, book me a bunk

I’m going on the trip of a lifetime

Into the bowels of the earth, dear

Since you left me I’m in hell

Digging a band, dig in the sand

Right to the core of the earth, dear

Since you left me I’m in hell

Wishing that you were here

You met some prick, fell in love quick

And in the blink of an eye

Vows they were vowed and knots they were tied

I felt so sick that I died, dear

So pack me a trunk, book me a bunk

I’m bound where the weather is balmy

Into the bowels of the earth, dear

Since you left me I’m in hell

Tears falling from the poet’s eyes

Into the freezing snow

The flowing tears will run all the way back

Into his beloved’s house

The source of all his misery

With you on my brain, on the ghost train

Dancing a waltz with the corpses

Everything’s horrid in hell, dear

Wishing to hell, wishing to hell, wishing to hell you were here

With you on my brain, on the ghost train

Everything’s talcum and sulphur

Satan and I and the corpses

Sincerely we wish you were here