Like the good deeds that you have done Like your black guitar and the picture you
made With the cows, the milk, the field and the
ocean Like the humour that you possess
Like the family pictures with Sweetie Pie Willful like the skeleton head
That hangs over your bed Hooray, hooray
Hooray, hooray Hooray, hooray
Hooray, hooray
Like the two-head bar that you love Like the consequences of your mistakes
Give you real pain, real pain You're in the vaulted
Like the sun that burns my skin And kills our children
What a sad fact When you think about the things we do
And the things we've done It's so damn lonely, isn't it?
Hooray, hooray Hooray, hooray
Hooray, hooray Hooray, hooray
Hooray, hooray Hooray, hooray
Hooray, hooray Hooray, hooray