Through my dreams - a blinding light,
And a voice is moaning
Not tonight! Please not tonight!
I’ll be fine come morning.

But the morning’s just as bad
All the fun is over
Choking on a cigarette
Toasting my hangover.

 
 
 
 

In the tavern - pain on ice
Venison in season
Fools’ and beggars’ paradise
And my wide-open prison

In the church it’s damp and grey
Candles glow like rubies
No, the church is not the way
Not the way it should be

Up the hill, no time to stop
Better safe than sorry
There’s an alder up on top
And down below a cherry

Drape the slope with moss at least
Make it look less shabby
But everything’s the way it is
And not the way it should

 
 
 
 

Way across the river shadows loom
God, where are you hiding?
In the meadows bluebells bloom
And the road is winding

Woods are deep around the bend
Full of witches lurking
And if you make it to the end
There’s a hangman smirking

Horses prancing far away
Beautiful and bashful
It’s all wrong along the way
And in the end especially

Well you can drink or you can pray
Won’t do you any good
No, my friends, it’s not the way
Not the way it should be.