By, oh by, the way
Of an explanation
Cast adrift
Off the shores of Shotter’s Nation
I had a look in,
Cave my skull in like a prick
Oh now
What use am I to anyone?
Forlorn, frozen,
Beneath the summer
Don’t sing along
Or you’ll get what I’ve got, oh
Here comes a delivery
Straight from the heart of my misery
So, comes a delivery
Straight from the heart, to you.