Bjork stood upright in the dock
The judge looked up and frowned
The cuffs were firmly locked
As everyone stared him down
It wasn't me he pleaded
I didn't pull the 'trigger'
Surely you can see it now
He was trying not to snicker
Was it not your cork that killed him?
The victim's lawyer questioned?
Your initials are all over it
From one of your wine bottles, he mentioned
Indeed it was a cork of mine
From one of my wines, without a doubt
It wasn't me who held it last
Before the crime was carried out
I confess it was my father
I know he doesn't drink wine
His farts had become a bother
And his marriage was no longer fine
His wife told him to plug it
Which he did with trembling fear
To avoid a permanent split
With the love of his love; mother dear
It was the gas build up during the day
That caused this moment of dread
Poor old neighbour, David Mackay
Received a fatal cork-blow to the head
I'm sorry
I'm so sorry
Don't look at me with your sweet doe eyes
I'm sorry
My heart exploded with the pressure
My emotions spilled
All over the floor
Into your heart
I couldn't handle the littlest bit of pain
I reacted in the only way I knew
I'm sorry
Forgive me for thinking I was in love
Forgive me for being so sweet
We are too young for this my honeybee
My dying sun
My shattered moon
My imploding stars
We are ashamed, sir dear
We are ashamed.
Neither the earth glistened
In the ray of good time,
Nor we are still
In the way of good time.
Pen is serving, not right
But the mighty lord,
Kneeling bowing bending,
Instead of superseding sword.
Nations still quarrel
To prove them stronger.
Men are being slaughtered
For the sake o f honour.
Men are being burned,
Terror rules the world,
Birth, not the worth
Still fools the world.
War, the monster of iniquity
Has worn different masks.
Somewhere proving pride
Somewhere deadly tasks.
We couldn't bring the good time
The good time once you dreamt.
‘'Let us aid what we can''
We have forgotten what you meant.
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