I love to speak with Gunther
He's lost like Newton's found
He doesn't get the stories that I tell.
The dinner's always late,
He goes to bed at eight,
and he's just another lonely
infidel.
He's not a man of many words
He will not say the pledge
He gets it when I have to go,
he has no ugly edge.
And it's cold without my buddy
Very cold along the study
It's just cold because he doesn't
have a Heart.
And it's cold without my brother
Very cold along the shudders
It's just cold because he cannot
now restart.
I can't just visit Gunther
He isn't comprehensive
His living doesn't cover up his death.
He's got worms all up his thighs,
Worms crawling through his eyes,
'cause the only answer he knows about is yes.
He always tells me to be strong
But the man has not a muscle
He lets me stay when at home it's wrong,
And when it's safe he makes me go.
And it's cold without my doctor
Very cold along the lockers
It's just cold because he hasn't
stayed for long.
And it's cold without my poet
Very cold along the snow it's . . .
only cold because he will not
follow home.
I love to speak with Gunther
He's lost like Newton's found
He doesn't get the stories that I tell.
