Dustman

So Saint Marquis
Marquis
Mark me off

So Saint Marquis
Marquis
Mark me off

What is my right to pass my bills till gone
What is my right now that the ghosts have gone

And the goose have gone
Why am I still in this farm filled with their bones

So Saint Marquis
Marquis
Mark me off

I have your horn
But never would I know
Under all my hair

The goose have gone
Why am I still in this farm filled with their bones

The goose have gone
Why am I still in this farm filled with their bones

Filled with their bones
Filled with their bones
Filled with their bones
Filled with their bones