He hates himself, but loves the robe he wears, he drapes himself, the cold has yet to come His heart swings to the waves beneath the hull, he dreams of love, but love has left his world He spends himself boiling his ethanol fine, he shares it all and leads us to sing... Toorali Oorali Oorali Oorali, aye He says "Dreams are richer than life, so sleep whenever you can," I know I shouldn't repeat this, but I'd love to take my Queen's neck and then shout "OFF WITH HER HEAD!" And paint a cross with her blood Comparing the one she drew with mine Well they look the same, they'll always be the same And we sang toorali addity and we sang toorali aye, I'm reborn in criminal empathy, or rather, a blade to the throat Toorali Oorali Oorali Oorali, aye d**h is my holiday from being alive, as I leave old England behind Well they look the same, they'll always be the same And we sang toorali addity and we sang toorali aye, I'm reborn in criminal empathy, or rather, a blade to the throat Toorali Oorali Oorali Oorali, aye d**h is my holiday from being alive, as I leave old England behind