[00:27.99]I've been reading patriotics[00:33.42]turning my tongue, turning my tongue[00:38.82]Such a sick thing, clutching the strings over my life, over my lie[00:49.02]Bury me in the churchyard Severed at St Agatha's[00:54.51]Between there and the homeland I do not know[01:11.61]And the roses spoil my garden[01:16.95]so I tread them like an infant child[01:22.56]like an infant child, like an infant child like an infant child, like an ancient child[01:54.45]Bury me in the churchyard Severed at St Agatha's[01:59.94]Between there and the homeland I do not know[02:27.21]Tell me the way to the heart or hearse me to St Agatha's and grimacing fathers[02:35.43]let me go