Morning began And your head popped out with your heart and your handsnIt's easy to see why you'd gladly shovel dirt for a feenBut where in the world, could a sad, sad, sadder tale be heard?nIt's over your head to be good, why be content to be led?nnNow you walk all up and down your streetnYour head hung down right to your feetnSo take the time to carve your namenOn a rocking chair within the grainnAnd wait until the evening sees you therenAnd though the morning went too soonnYou're headed through the afternoonnSo rack your brains now, see why you should carennMiserable girlnShe's the end result of a miserable worldnYou start to depend on your longing, for the start of the endnIt's always the samenNow that life means nothing but hunger and painnYour passing away, you have nothing but the start of decaynnNow you walk all up and down your streetnYour head hung down right to your feetnAnd wait until the evening sees you therenAnd though the morning went too soonnYou're headed through the afternoonnSo rack your brains now, see why you should carennI heard somebody said, you'd rather you were deadnnSo take the time to carve your namenOn a rocking chair within the grainnAnd wait until the evening sees you therenAnd though the morning went too soonnYou're headed through the afternoonnSo rack your brains now see why you should care