Did you ever see The Holy Mountain On Ice?nThirty tons of frogs and blood cascading like dicenThe decoration paintingnWas inhibited by faintingnAnd the clean-up operation wasn't nicennSo you did some work for me and you didn't get paid?nThink of all the songs you sang and the love that you madenWhile Mr. Mendes kisses KatenI, in my kitchen, break a platenAnd sweep it up and dream of getting laidnnI don't know if you got my letternBut everyone thinks you're greatnIf you come home it will be much betternAnd I will be your mate until we diennIf you try to do the cube and it doesn't work outnDon't peel the stickers off or move the pieces aboutnJust send it in to this addressnMy underlings will do the restnUnless you fill the envelope with doubtnnAs a child I used to be obsessed with Pale SaintsnIn a shop of art supplies among the sale paintsnI thought this girl was MerielnAnd I asked if she'd sing at my burialnThat isn't me, she said with some restraintnnI don't know if you got my letternIt should have arrived by nownWhen you come home it will be much betternI'm longing to show you how until we die