Ooh Ooh
Eleanor Peterson how are you?
It's been an awful long time
Corpse in the graveyard all battered and blue
Eleanor what could I do?
What could I do? What could I do?
What could I do? What could I do?
What could I do? What could I do?
What could I do? What's left to do?
He took the bottle to breakfast again
An angry young man I became
A few by his side and a few on the floor
What's to become of this life?
Dear Eleanor Peterson
I'm not alright
I stay up most of the night (what could I do?)
Drifting through anger and unwanted thoughts (what could I do?)
Like an old man with nothing to do (what could I do)
I'm battered and broken with little to say (what could I do?)
All of the days are the same (what could I do?)
Mother I miss you I wish you were here (what could I do?)
Mother please kill off these ghosts
