This is what you said to me:
‘Let’s go to the city of lemon juice and candy bars... We could build our new cookie-house right there across the chocolate river.
It’s a very nice town, not to big and full of watch-towers. I know you like to watch.
Oh, and they also got an up side down cinema in a biscuit factory. We could move next Sunday!’

I just said:
‘Maybe, but I don’t like candy.’
You were smiling and said:
‘You’ll get rid of your mother in law...’
I just thought:
'I wanna get rid of you, but I still love the money. So, I'll do what you want.'

And so:
We lived in our new wannabe-cookie-house
across that so called chocolate ditch.
I walked around in a stupid green and yellow dress
like I was a von Trapp child.
Kind of funny because I can’t sing a note.
We got one child while we lived in that stupid house,
a silly boy called Henry jr.
And we didn’t see each other a lot because you worked as a biscuit factory man in that stupid cinema of you.
I didn't care as long as I could do the shopping.

Once we went to that up side down cinema of you.
I got sick because I couldn’t touch the ground.
I threw up, that’s how the last butterflies escaped.
Damn it.
Damn it.
Damn it.
So on our way back home,
I felt in love with the coconut policeman and you really liked the pumpkin cleaning lady.

When we got home I gave you something to drink...
Now it will be perfect.

Hi mister Dead:
Look over there, a Smurf, stupid communist!