Good Lieutenant, you're in the earth now,
I brought two dollar wine up, for what it's worth now.
Nevermind the sonuva***** infront of you,
who tries to drink it down.
And who does you this kindness?
Tell me, who could it be?
On the glass, slim fingerprints of a lover?
or maybe that sonuva*****, Henry,
buried with no wedding ring
because he solved a mystery.
Good Lieutenant, you're in the earth now.
Oh my good lieutenant, in the hearth how
hungeredly fire eats white day photos
of Henry standing next to your lover,
who leaves tears two-times in dirty ground.