So look across at St. Hugo Don't they say wherever you go He will follow? So my dumpster fellow Let out a bellow In my name When my father sleeps the house has lungs You have heard those songs he's sung But sometimes He wakes up with a start I hear a confused cry come straight from his heart And it's sad Oh your once-sweet teenage face Episodically erased You were perfect In the safe sitcom vacuum Ten seasons have been your doom Oh the springterror Be my ringbearer Oh the spring-rot The sweet-rank taste that I've got When all's forgiven