Stuck On Limbo Bridge Where Below Me Ol' Nick Grins Then Laughs Through the Chaos of It All Gets Up Off His Chair Spins a Jig to My Despair He Can't Wait to Count the Times Where I Went Wrong Underneath the Bush, Lay a Beggar Out of Luck On His Lips, Was a Taste He Forgets His Hopes Were Filled With Sand That He Watched Fall Through His Hand Every Grain, Was a Lifetime of Regret So Go and Bow Your Head and Weep For Your World Won't Change While You Sleep Yeah, Go and Bow Your Head and Weep For the Summer That Was Lost, Now Is Gone Fertile Mrs. Moore Had Thirteen Kids But Still Looked Good Till Her Ol' Man Jumped Leave On a Ship She Never Read a Book But By Christ She Understood That the Meanin' of Life Starts in Bed So Go and Bow Your Head and Weep For Your World Won't Change While You Sleep Yeah, Go and Bow Your Head and Weep For the Summer That Was Lost, Now Is Gone Killer Kilbain Kicked Me Senseless Everyday I Hope That Bastard Is Beneath a Head of Stone Where I'd Dance Upon His Grave For All the Madness I Now Crave While the Scars That Remain Are Still a Curse So I'm Stuck On a Limbo Bridge Where Below Me Ol' Nick Grins Then Laughs Through the Chaos of It All Gets Up Off His Chair Spins a Jig to My Despair He Can't Wait to Count the Times Where I Went Wrong Yeah, He Can't Wait to Count the Times Where I Went Wrong