My heart is beating fast
My soul is waxing cold
My life is running low
The blood is clotting bad
I'm too young to die;
Working all the days, sitting by my desk
No time for myself but mending other's lives
Now I'm home but too tired to feast,
I wish I was the boss
Oh what a day!
Good night everybody and sweet dreams
My soul is waxing cold
My life is running low
The blood is clotting bad
I'm too young to die;
Working all the days, sitting by my desk
No time for myself but mending other's lives
Now I'm home but too tired to feast,
I wish I was the boss
Oh what a day!
Good night everybody and sweet dreams