Like the good deeds that you have done Like your black guitar and the picture youmade With the cows, the milk, the field and theocean Like the humour that you possessLike the family pictures with Sweetie Pie Willful like the skeleton headThat hangs over your bed Hooray, hoorayHooray, hooray Hooray, hoorayHooray, hoorayLike the two-head bar that you love Like the consequences of your mistakesGive you real pain, real pain You're in the vaultedLike the sun that burns my skin And kills our childrenWhat a sad fact When you think about the things we doAnd the things we've done It's so damn lonely, isn't it?Hooray, hooray Hooray, hoorayHooray, hooray Hooray, hoorayHooray, hooray Hooray, hoorayHooray, hooray Hooray, hooray