You left the line to die,
You left the line to die and addle,
The race won't stop for you
You'll make men happy
Someone will put on your beautiful uniform,
The one she loved you will sleep elsewhere
Don't you know love is chemistery?
Raving mad, I will dance on your grave,
In a dark and frozen churchyard,
Your death extasy will make me
turn round and round
Oh yes, alive you were so so sad my friend