Myrtle lyrics

A funny pilgrim on a crazy crusade A saucy chaucer, a sorry chapter mislaid Whittled with an exacto knife Plum right through my load bearing wall I'm horrified now that i could do such a thing But i thought i heard the singer I've heard those chimes so many other times But if i gave in,it had to of been I whupped it out, and destroyed my selfish cocoon Since i gave in, it had to of been I'm not an optimist, i'm not a realist I might be a subrealist, but i can't substantiate It was bigger than me and i felt like a sick child Dragged by a donkey, through the myrtle