Look In My Book

Over the hill
I’m over the hill
There’s ghosts in my house
So I had to move out
I live in my barn
But I don’t give a damn
For the cows and the sheep
As they strain to excrete
Wouldja like to look in my eyes?
Wouldja like to look in my book?
Couldja give me money for this?
Aaaah
Way past the hedgerows
An evil it grows
And it seeped its way south
And now lives in my house
My heart has grown cold
And I’m feeling so old
There’s a man in the hall
I don’t know him at all
Wouldja like to look in my eyes?
Wouldja like to look in my book?
Couldja give me money for this?
Aaaah
Wouldja like to look in my eyes?
Wouldja like to look in my book?
Couldja give me sheckels for this?
Aaaah
Wouldja like to look in my book?
My hands turn green in the rain
I don’t feel love I feel pain
Aaaah
Aaaa-aaaa-aaah
(gonna start that again?)
(come on what’s wrong with you?)