I went to see
Mrs Simpson
Up ten flights of stairs
My aunt had died
Leaving me millions
Which I wanted to share
Door was closed
Locked and barred
The sign read sealed forever
Should not have come
Summers gone
The year hangs tarred and feathered
Like head on legs
Rest of a person
Somewhere in between
I took the lot
Taking you over
All crazy and mean
What we did and said in this place
Noone will ever know so what's your discrace?
Here comes broken backs and bloody tears
The air's thick and black and you disappeared
I went up
To see Mrs Simpson
But she was not there
She may have gone
Back to her husband
But I dont really care
Broken backs
Heart attacks
Don't help keep me sober
I should not have come
Cause what I've done
Is done and gone and over
So hard luck
I won't own up
At your inquest come december
Its world war six
Or twenty one
The sense has gone its over
Over and done