She lead me down the garden path and bled me dry, dry
She did her make up in the reflection of my gla**y, glazed eyes
She buried me in the churchyard where she wed me long ago
My father saw red and said "you couldn't even pronounce the poor boy's name!"
And whilst I'm turning in my grave and wasting away
My name's still driving the girl insane
All fifteen letters addressed to her
As a reminder of what she'd done
She checked in to the hospital in Denton, Texas
She told them about my name, they said
"We're sorry but there's nothing to remove this tattoo from your brain"
Now I'm the voice inside her head
I'm in her bed
I'm in the walls that she hides between
All fifteen letters addressed to her, as a reminder
And whilst I'm turning in my grave and wasting away
My name's still driving the girl insane
All fifteen letters addressed to her
As a reminder of what she'd done
The moon is on it's back tonight
The moon is on it's back tonight
Her breath is much colder now she is the older, not I
The moon is on it's back tonight
The moon is on it's back tonight
My name will remain an unclimbable mountain in live