Look In My Book کے بول

Over the hill I’m over the hill There’s ghosts in my house So I had to move out I live in my barn I don’t give a darn For the cows and the sheep As they strain to excrete Would you like to look in my eyes? Would you like to look in my book? Could you give me money for this? Way past the hedgerows An evil, it grows And it’s seeped its way south And now lives in my house My heart has grown cold And I’m feeling so old There’s a man in the hall I don’t know him at all Would you like to look in my eyes? Would you like to look in my book? Could you give me money for this? Would you like to look in my eyes? Would you like to look in my book? Could you give me shekels for this? Would you like to look in my book? My hands turn green in the rain I don’t feel love, I feel pain