He looks sick He is sick Home tonis and highballs I'm happy to be sad he looks dead no sin eater that fuck is on his own stereophonic and that's all right with me he looks as light as a feather when I count to three We will lift him satu dua tiga Lucky I'm winter a looker in various shades of black don't trouble the master he's dead don't bother him now home tonis and highballs he's dead don't bother him now My boyfriend died.