This God-damn job stole my soul
There's now nearly nothin' left
But a ragged bag of bones
With a stiff, crooked neck
I tried to build a brand new home
And I tried to run away
Now I'm paralyzed
By this old wretched wraith

Oh won't you raise me up tonight
Won't you lift my spirit high
My necromancer
My lantern light

You know that I was born different
I got a mutated mind
So much more sensitive
Than most ape friends of mine
They say that art will not pay the rent
You can't support a family
Well I'll always be poor
I might as well be me

Oh won't you raise me up tonight
Won't you lift my spirit high
My necromancer
My necromancer
My necromancer
My necromancer
My lantern light