Låttexter: Clutch. Other. Gone Unsung.

("Drink to the Dead" demo)

If knee-deep in catnip
At the old icebox

I recommend you whistle
And give the box three knocks

Should you be so lucky
To hear whisperin'
It is an invitation
For you to join in

Let us go leaping
In 3-measure time
Dressed up as asses
And drunk to the nines

Swing from the branches, shouting those songs
Gone unsung for far too long

If surrounded by toadstools
In the old green glen
I'm afraid there is little
That I can recommend

Save all of your courage
And the sincere prayer
And where you go a-treadin'
Take the utmost care

Let us go leaping
In 3-measure time
Dressed up as asses
And drunk to the nines

Swing from the rafters, shouting those songs
Gone unsung for far too long

Let us go leaping
In 3-measure time
Dressed up as asses
And drunk to the nines

Swing from the branches, shouting those songs
Gone unsung for far too long

Sound of rushing water yon...

Nine Men's Morris in the sand
But the player's gone

Drink to the dead
All you still alive
We shall join them in good time

Should you go crossing that silvery brook
It's best to leap before you look