(©The Torch Marauder 2000)

Now if your eyes deceive you
And reveal all your secrets
Well your trembling legs
Would have done it anyway

So if your eyes are hurting you
Well don't rub them too hard
Because they don't need
That kind of punishment

When it's your...
It's your...
And it's that...

So if you see Brian
Would you tell him we all miss him
Though I understand completely
Just why he had to leave

And maybe one day we'll be friends again
We'll have a drink and make amends
He can ride his bike back into town
But there ain't nothing he's missing here

It's just that...
It's his...
And it's my...

So if you spread your wings to fly
Jump off that roof, fall to your death
Well I'll be dancing at your funeral
Just trying to make you laugh

And if I never hold your hand again
Because they've both been cut off
Well I will know who has them
But I'll leave her alone

For in your time of peace you should feel at ease
So I will leave her be
But when the mourning's over
I'll find out where she lives

Break into her living room
Find the mantle holding the box
Which contains your severed hands
Bury them with your skeleton

But only after break-in
Off one of your fingers
I'll tie it to a piece of string
And wear it around my neck

You'll be like Frodo of the Nine Fingers
In The Lord of the Rings
Whoever says my necklace is morbid
Will just think of the luck it brings

Cuz it's your...
It's your...
And it's that...

And it's your...
And it's my...
And it's our...

So if you see Brian tell him we miss him
And that I love him too
And maybe he'll have better luck
Jumping off that roof

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