when i was a child my mother would tuck me into bed and each night as she kissed me these are the words that she said she said don t go to bed with strangers don t play with the dead always keep your wits sharp like the axe inside the shed yay diri diri day diri diri day yay diri diri day day da day yiri day day day yiri di day day day day day day day day day when i was just a schoolboy my father he spoke unto me he said boychik my son don t trust anyone and remember that nothing is free and the world is full of strangers the world is full of dread the world is full of sharpened wits and millions of tears you will shed yay diri diri day diri diri day yay diri diri day day da day yiri day day day yiri di day day day day day day day day day well when i was a young man my professor at university said advice is corrupting don t ever be trusting don t show your emotion human suffering is an ocean and it s dark at the bottom of the sea and there s no such thing as a stranger they re all equally backwards and wrong sharpen axes not wits bones are broken by sticks and you never be free till you re strong  yay diri diri day diri diri day yay diri diri day day da day yiri day day day yiri di day day day day day day day day day well young men grow older and the world it gets colder though it never was warm to begin don t let down your guard for the reaper works hard and he will not take pause till you re dead now i m old and i m rusty my troubles like sand on a beach they can t be calculated i always have waited for something just out of reach and i to myself am a stranger my heart is an island of lead my world is resounding with miseries unbounding there s only one thing to be said i ll say hay diri diri day diri diri day yay diri diri day da day yiri day day day yiri di day day day day day day day day day1