Ooh Ooh Eleanor Peterson how are you? It's been an awful long time Corpse in the graveyard all battered and blue Eleanor what could I do? What could I do? What could I do? What could I do? What could I do? What could I do? What could I do? What could I do? What's left to do? He took the bottle to breakfast again An angry young man I became A few by his side and a few on the floor What's to become of this life? Dear Eleanor Peterson I'm not alright I stay up most of the night (what could I do?) Drifting through anger and unwanted thoughts (what could I do?) Like an old man with nothing to do (what could I do) I'm battered and broken with little to say (what could I do?) All of the days are the same (what could I do?) Mother I miss you I wish you were here (what could I do?) Mother please kill off these ghosts