I don't know what to say, I don't believe in Heaven But you were crucified, I'll see you in wherever When everybody talks, they sound as if they mean it When everbody cried I wasn't there to see it Get down off the wall at twenty past eleven Got to end your life when you turn twenty-seven If anybody asks then blame it on the parents If anyone should care, it's written in the papers While I was gone, the grass grew long The birds have flown to find themselves a better home All settled in, all comfortable The carpet's worn We should have left the kettle on Get down off the wall at twenty past eleven Got to end your life when you turn twenty-seven When everybody talks, they sound as if they mean it When everbody cried I wasn't there to see it While I was gone, the grass grew long The birds have flown to find themselves a better home All settled in, all comfortable The carpet's worn We should have left the kettle on (I've been blamed a thousand times for wanting not to waste my life All those times when I have tried to see through someone else's eyes) While I was gone, the grass grew long The birds have flown to find themselves a better home All settled in, all comfortable The carpet's worn We should have left the kettle on If we can get this tree back up... If we can get this tree back up... ...We can swing from it We can swing from it.