I fell like i can't get up today
I'm afraid, I fell very fast
Down through the mattress and kept on down till i reached the ground
and there i dug a small dark hole, rubbed my face in coal, to avoid the "Who's Dead Breakfast."

Dusty faced there i sat,
the dead black cat, under the house
Caught Tinker Mouse, and shook him till his nose bled
"Don't tell me who's dead, you filthy little fuck"
So deeper went, my body bent, to a mine where there was only me, no mouse.
I will avoid the "Who's Dead Breakfast."

If i stay, heavy laid,
in the soil, drown in oil
I will never know who above my below, is dead
is dead is dead
And in my head and in my heart, my childhood will live on rich
we are kings here in my head, we are kings, we are kings, we are kings we are.
i won't eat at the "Who's Dead Breakfast."

And if i miss your grave i'm sorry
If i miss your funeral, sorry
If i miss your thrown flint ashes
sorry sorry sorry but
know that now you're peacfully
resting buried close to me
your bodies are my comfort, your bodies are my soil
I want to know your there, i want to know you're always there, and never know you're dead
who's dead?
Don't eat at the "Who's Dead Breakfast."