Shell for the mourning Lyrics

A book to steal,
a heart to peel,
a mind to drag,
another shell for the mourning,
some other ship for the journey.
A train to catch,
a dream to trap,
a fog to blame,
another name for the Quisling,
oh, I see through your dark disguise.

Another rope for your neck,
I know,
the morbid blues are sick,
I know.
A book to steal,
a heart to peel,
a mind to drag,
another shell for the mourning,
some other ship for the journey.
Another heart for my stick,
I know,
the morbid blues are sick,
I know.

Another rope for your neck,
I know,
the morbid blues are sick,
I know.
Another hole for my bullit,
the morbid blues are sick.