I turn my head
And look around
In this world of pain
And sorrow
Half past dead
It rules the roost
With that evil
Startling feeling
Feet of lead
Sink me down
To the deep dark
Depths beyond
Feelings of dread
Fill my heart
With ideas of wickedness
And cruelty
It it with feelings of dread
And feet of lead
That I turn my head
To find that I am
Half past dead