Take all my rum, and my Drum cigarettes,

Go back to Mum, and tell her about the maniac

Who wouldn't chew gum, who wouldn't let you hold a whip,

Run Sally run to the damned Tom O' Bedlams,

Peanut butter girl, now I'm gonna bend the scales of the world,

To a place where no water will spill, the hill of the skull,

When they run you through the cider mill, damned Tom O' Bedlams,

No, I wasn't talking about you, 

You're the one who'll pull through,

You're the soul who can change me,

Give me a cigarette

Heed everyone like the donkey and the boy and his

Papa I'm done, listening to people telling 

We are all one, and now you've done climbing come

Down from the mountain top, damned Tom O' Bedlams.

Smoking spirals coming out of fork-tongues

Drunken dialing, what have I brought out of the cave?

What promises have I made to keep them crawling back?

The damned Tom O' Bedlams.