High on a platform;

Overlooking the crowd;

They're here to watch me dance;

High on a platform;

Overlooking the crowd;

They want to see me dance on air;

Noose around my neck;

Gallows Pete smiling;

Ready to make me dance;

My entire life at the end of a rope;

High on a platform;

Gallows Pete smiling;

Overlooking the crowd;

They want to see me dance;

Gallows Pete smiling;

Ready to make me dance;

High on a platform;

Gallows Pete stands alone;

My entire life at the end of a rope;

And I dance on air. 

In the sharp, bright light of a decent fuck;

Not the we're-going-to-bed-at-night-snuggle-sex afterglow;

All cuddly and dreamy with warm, sticky spooning;

But a first thing in the morning fuck;

That gets the blood pumping and the brain reving;

There is a clarity to the world;

A simplicity that cuts through the bullshit of the daily;

Lets the mundane be shuffled aside;

And makes the important stuff stay in focus;

Gets you through work and tasks;

And brings you home again and again;

For that warm, sticky spooning in the night.

Nobody came to mourn Tobias Toetengraeber the day he did die,

Nobody came to bury him where he did lie,

So he kept with him his immortal soul,

And  he dug himself a little hole,

And if you try to pass his plot,

You will find you share his lot.

Tobias found a girl to love,

She did not worship the one above,

Emily Phelps was her name,

And she loved Tobias all the same,

Now they are together every night,

Until the breaking of dawn's first light.

Then one day the old monks three,

Came to take poor Emily,

And try her for crimes in dream,

Their tortures made poor Emily scream,

Poor Tobias was held at bay,

Blocked by the searing light of day.

Nobody came to mourn Tobias Toetengraeber the day he did die,

Nobody came to bury him where he did lie,

So he kept with him his immortal soul,

And  he dug himself a little hole,

And if you try to pass his plot,

You will find you share his lot.

So night did fall at too late a time,

Three old monks by a pyre sublime,

Made light over the coals of Emily Phelps,

And did not heed distant dog yelps,

Tobias came into the light of the fire,

And absconded with the eldest friar.

Two monks now remained in fear,

As their brother's cries they did hear,

And a voice as dark as midnight soil,

Swearing that their hearts too would boil,

And all would die like whimpering whelps,

For taking the life of Emily Phelps.

Nobody came to mourn Tobias Toetengraeber the day he did die,

Nobody came to bury him where he did lie,

So he kept with him his immortal soul,

And  he dug himself a little hole,

And if you try to pass his plot,

You will find you share his lot.

He saved the heart of friar one,

He knew his work was not done,

And after he collected all three,

He would have a wake for dear Emily,

And he would raise her lovely shade,

To dwell in a nearby glade.

The remaining monks died in turn,

One each night ne'er to return,

And Tobias did raise sweet Emily's shade,

To dwell forever in forest glade,

But do not ever cross their way,

For those who do, don't see another day.

Nobody came to mourn Tobias Toetengraeber the day he did die,

Nobody came to bury him where he did lie,

So he kept with him his immortal soul,

And  he dug himself a little hole,

And if you try to pass his plot,

You will find you share his lot.

Tobias found a girl to love,

She did not worship the one above,

Emily Phelps was her name,

And she loved Tobias all the same,

Now they are together every night,

Until the breaking of dawn's first light.

The End?