Vespers done, I glide out
To where the cool and shade is apparent
Only to find my old colleagues

They are scum and they'll die
Because their wives are too fucking bubbly
And they say “lacksadaisical”

And they'll get back from Copenhagen
And they will say
That statue's quite disappointing
Not very big
Yeah right, OK!

Through all of your broken dreams
Slowly walks the wraith of me
Through all of your Christmas do's
Slowly walks the wraith of me

When your horse leads the field
You think that it is going to win

Shoals of tope I would choose
If in some future world I was faced with
Releasing them or saving you

Undead hate all fundraising stalwarts
In camouflage
Firing paint in some private woodland
Frightening the birds

Through all of your broken dreams
Slowly walks the wraith of me
Through all of your Christmas do's
Slowly walks the wraith of me

Through your children's bedroom walls
Slowly walks the wraith of me
I read the news today, oh boy
Svarc rejects new Layer terms