Core

Pack me a trunk, book me a bunk
 I'm going on the trip of a lifetime
 Into the bowels of the earth, dear
 Since you left me I'm in hell
 Digging a band, dig in the sand
 Right to the core of the earth, dear
 Since you left me I'm in hell
 Wishing that you were here
 You met some prick, fell in love quick
 And in the blink of an eye
 Vows they were vowed and knots they were tied
 I felt so sick that I died, dear
 So pack me a trunk, book me a bunk
 I'm bound where the weather is balmy
 Into the bowels of the earth, dear
 Since you left me I'm in hell
 Tears falling from the poet's eyes
 Into the freezing snow
 The flowing tears will run all the way back
 Into his beloved's house
 The source of all his misery
 With you on my brain, on the ghost train
 Dancing a waltz with the corpses
 Everything's horrid in hell, dear
 Wishing to hell, wishing to hell, wishing to hell you were here
 With you on my brain, on the ghost train
 Everything's talcum and sulphur
 Satan and I and the corpses
 Sincerely we wish you were here