Bad - These Immortal Souls

I will have no truck with you

I will not venture from this room

Or burn myself with fevered light

Or wound myself with all that sight will bring

I will not sing for you

(The urchin rags that once you wore

lie scattered on the road and more)

The holy grail all wondrous woken

Lies still neath ground all softly spoken

But in bed but in be doubtful

So much to choke on every mouthful

I want I don’t I crave I cross

My heart and hope to love the loss

And all around are damning wonders

Who take you in and hold you under

For I have cradled melancholy

And teased and worried naked folly

(Destroy me well destroy me true

And I will always think of you)

The holy grail all wondrous woken

Lies still neath ground all softly spoken

But in bed but in be doubtful

So much to choke on every mouthful

I want I don’t I crave I cross

My heart and hope to love the loss

I will not shed my skin for you

Or dip my hat when shunning will plainly do