So long ago, I don't remember when
(because I'm Spirean and booze)
That's when they say I lost my only friend
(my special, special friend)
Well they said she died easy of a rotting heart disease
(like, rotted right into ooze)
As I listened through the cemetery trees
(hoplite hill, good place for an end)

I seen the sun comin' up at the funeral at dawn
(great spot to find some a nip)
The long broken arm of human law
(their fault for electing an Imp!)
Now it always seemed such a waste
(she rotted right into dust)
She always had a pretty face
(if you looked past the worms and stuff)
So I wondered how she hung around this place
(maybe cuz I'd raised her up...)

Heeeeeyyyyy...come on try a little
(passive and calm)
Nothing is forever
(it won't hurt for long)
There's got to be something better than
(attack, now, attack!)
In the middle
(...not me, stop, ack!)
But me and my ghoul, uh...
(relax my special friend)
We put it all together
(we're nearly at an end)
We can drive it home
(me and you, my ghoul)
With one torchliiiiiight
(without you, life's crueeeel)

Yes, one torchliiiiight....

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Khepary, in the year 437 MA.