
The fairies are folk who live by the deal
And rely on our souls to keep themselves real
Well they took this babe whose parents want it back
Though doing it might give me a heart attack
This here's the guy who used to set the paces
Bringing drunken cheer to our hundred faces
Won't you dispose of his corpse for me
Though he shoulda been buried back in '53?
I've got a hard job
Rescuin' this newborn
You should see me battlin' with graveyards' scorn
They're throwin' me out, all bang and flash
I'm creeped by that place where the doors were smashed
'ell Boy! I gotta keep runnin' now
'ell Boy! Keep my ear to the ground
'ell Boy! Carry this bloody body round
'ell Boy! Always racin' against the bleedin' clock
Well ain't that a shock? I'm always racing against the clock
By sun up I must find him some rest
And I've got to put down some unnatural unrest
I pile up the dirt on his grave
Just in time to keep this baby safe
Times always fly
But when all the fairies die
You'll wish you'd put more worth
In the children of the earth
The essence of me which I so plainly wear
Is bottled up right in my nom de guerre
Call me... 'ell Boy!