I'm clearing out tonight
neither bags nor sorrow
with a seven chamber revolver
I'll meet the coroner tomorrow
I could have bought some dynamite
there's a paddock down the road
and wouldn't it be a pretty sight
watching me explode

But don't mourn for me now
don't weep for me never
the blackness as it's seeping
for ever and ever

And tell Mr Paton
his wine's no good
I'm shaking like a fever tree
but I'm not made out of the wood
and the sounds in my head
they're making me scream
enough to wake the dead
and so it seems - and so it seems

No need to drag the river
I won't be found drowned
I'm not heavy on the trigger
but you find you're found
just some blood on the floor
and gun in my hand
my brains on the wall
if all goes to plan

But don't mourn for me now
don't weep for me never
the blackness as it's seeping
for ever and ever

Bury Mrs Montgomery
in happiness and care
but the dust in my lungs
it shares the air
measured a life for a coffin
deep down in the mines
and now that I've found my own way up
killing time and time to kill

The blackness as it's seeping