He looks sick
He is sick
Home tonis and highballs
I'm happy to be sad
he looks dead
no sin eater
that fuck is on his own
stereophonic
and that's all right
with me
he looks as light
as a feather
when I count
to three
We will lift him
satu dua tiga
Lucky I'm winter
a looker in
various shades of black
don't trouble the master
he's dead don't
bother him now
home tonis and highballs
he's dead don't
bother him now
My boyfriend died.