Napoleon dies,
and the people weep real big tears, real big person tears

I'm cold and weak and boneshook
i think I'm sick from your disease
I feel it in my knees

Napoleon dies,
and my heart fits all the big person real tears
so big they make it a sea
a sea with tracks with a train on top
one you don't want to stop

a sea with swings and a sea with a chin
tucked in your palm,
almost tilted upwards
almost slipping in