Creepy and sullen and running out of room
In my little tomb, my little tomb
I'll plant a seed there to remember you
At the May fair with your long ass curly hair

We had a pirate band
A tear for every grain of sand
And I was fighting with my hands

This one is wilted and looks like you
'Cause it never grew, it never grew
This one is scrawny, it looks like me
'Cause it's dirty and I'm so dirty too

We had a pirate band
A tear for every grain of sand
And I was fighting with my hands
Over you

Beautiful thing
You are the most beautiful thing
Flower of life, bird of spring
You are the most beautiful thing

Locus flower, locus flower
Out of bounds, out of bounds
Locus flower, locus flower
Out of ground, out of ground