You left the line to die,

You left the line to die and addle,

The race won't stop for you.

You'll make men happy.

Someone will put on your beautiful uniform,

The one she loved you will sleep elsewhere.

Don't you know love is chemistery?

Raving mad, I will dance on your grave,

In a dark and frozen churchyard,

Your death extasy will make me

turn round and round.

Oh yes, alive you were so so sad my friend.