A Song for Al's Dead Mother

Ooh Ooh
 Eleanor Peterson how are you?
 It's been an awful long time
 Corpse in the graveyard all battered and blue
 Eleanor what could I do?
 What could I do? What could I do?
 What could I do? What could I do?
 What could I do? What could I do?
 What could I do? What's left to do?
 He took the bottle to breakfast again
 An angry young man I became
 A few by his side and a few on the floor
 What's to become of this life?
 Dear Eleanor Peterson
 I'm not alright
 I stay up most of the night (what could I do?)
 Drifting through anger and unwanted thoughts (what could I do?)
 Like an old man with nothing to do (what could I do)
 I'm battered and broken with little to say (what could I do?)
 All of the days are the same (what could I do?)
 Mother I miss you I wish you were here (what could I do?)
 Mother please kill off these ghosts