Well, it's five to twelve Watch my shaking hands Anther reckless flight Into this city romance Tuning up my fiddle rosin' up to my bow Make myself so welcome wherever I go Can't serve to masters Well I've got ten Makes my wounded heart busy Till the very end I'm a lost boy in a shallow world Glory be the death in me Bring me down so I can lose the ground Glory be the death in me I need an excuse for being a clown I'm a sucker for my own disease While I dig my hole I beg you please Sing another song for me Tell another story I've got a mental breakdown in my head You know the mighty Lord Just found me dead Searching for my way back home Try to pick up my soul From the mucky floor Can't serve to masters Well I've got ten Makes my wounded heart busy Till the very end I'm a lost boy in a shallow world Glory be the death in me Can't see the sky for all the clouds Glory be the death in me Pangs of conscience bring me down I'm a sucker for my own disease While I dig my hole I beg you please Sing another song for me Sing another story Can't stand another tragedy In my worn out diary In my dark, dark diary