Withered old man a sickly sight Mop the closet floor instead tonight My friends are here, please understand To know your name they would demand So get back into the darkness again dead man Play a game of chess with your hag wife What's this you say, she left today How did she move so bloated, and legs decayed? Did she claw her way right through the wall? Tell me is that where the old ones go? Why do you look at me so strange? I am but a child, I'm not deranged So, go back through that closet door Before I beat your head against the floor Grandpa, listen to my voice Grandma is gone by choice You've talked her silly you murmuring madman You're old She's gone I'm young I've won Fault is vice And vice is fault So get your crippled legs back into the vault