Alright, my name is Rowley Calphe. Thanks for coming.
It's sand full of pills and a bottle of gin.
And I let the head of the crowd let in.
And it lays me down on your bed.
When you let me rest, my weary head.
And I look back on that, your tear eyes.
And I ask if I can stay here tonight.
And the answer, yes, is your reply.
So go to sleep.
Little girl, go to sleep.
Little girl.
When I met you, you were seventeen.
But that never meant so much to me.
For the love that flowed out from your heart.
Well, it made me jump and gave me stars.
And if this means death, then I don't care.
I have never known that your love's so fair.
So I gave my heart, you did the same.
And we both betrayed our family name.
When we went to sleep.
Little girl, go to sleep.
Little girl, go to sleep.
Little girl, go to sleep.
Little girl, go to sleep.
When your father comes home red that night.
He will throw you out of hell and start a fire.
And say raise your fists and be mad.
But that's something I've never understood.
And no blood may fall down these fair eyes.
It's the same red guy that flows himself.
So don't just stand there, my darling girl.
I'll see you in the next farewell.
But when I'll be asleep.
Little girl, go to sleep.
Little girl, go to sleep.
Little girl, go to sleep.
Go to sleep.
Little girl, go to sleep.
Little girl, go to sleep.
Little girl, go to sleep.
Little girl, go to sleep.
Little girl, go to sleep.
Oh this house, on this house, on this house, on this house.
The godfish is a curse.
All eyes know.
No, no, no.
No, no, no.
No, no, no.
No, no, no.
No, no, no.
No, no, no.
Thanks very much.
