Come to from slumber on bed's soft tundra Murky with mourn beside dead uniform And I wish and I hope and I wish and I hope with long drag on me smoke and I wish and I hope that I'll stalk the corridors once more. Please, Sir let me return, if only for a term (how I yearn) It's glee, Sir, with your hot breath upon me (gob gurning in fury) But… I only winded that lad before he bolted And… I only fumbled that lass, besides, I was revolted So for forgiveness, with me boyz as witness, Take these chips with cheese as an offering of peace