Spoken Shadows? On me lungs? I've been eaten away. This is the end of me! Oh, God in heaven help me. I James Robert Injustice, being of unsound body and mind, hereby bequeath my worldly good to anyone who wants 'em. The debts that I got from gambling the warrant for my arrest All my bills which are now outstanding and the bullet hole inside my chest Give my body to medical science if medical science will have me they can take my lungs and kidneys but my heart belongs to Daphne Daphne! Leave a night light on beside my d**h bed, baby turn the pillows, change the sheets but don't switch on my electric blanket till it's time to sleep Call my lawyer! Are you prepared to meet your maker and ask for you money back? Have you got a receipt? Are the goods damaged in any way? This is my second to last will and testament Only a rough draft a handwritten estimate Left on a shelf, never signed or delivered with a picture of myself on a boat by the river Don't bury me at sea the pollution might k** me! Just put my remains in a cheap box and grill me My pension and dole are there in the wardrobe my air-cushioned soul and my Blue Circle overcoat I've left you no answers just hundreds of questions this is my second to last will and testament Before I, James Robert Injustice, being of unsound body and mind die.