A pistol shot, at five o’clock,
The bells of heaven ring,
Tell me what you done it for,
No I won’t tell you a thing.
Yesterday I begged you
Before I hit the ground,
All I leave behind me
Is only what I found.
If you can abide it,
Let the hurdy-gurdy play,
Stranger ones have come by here
Before they flew away.
I will not condemn you
Nor yet would I deny,
I would ask the same of you,
But failing, will not die.
Take up your china doll,
Take up your china doll,
It’s only fractured
And just a little nervous from the fall.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la.