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