When you are corn and roses and at rest I shall endure, a dense and sanguine ghost To haunt the scene where I was happiest To bend above the thing I loved the most
I had a little sorrow, Born of a little sin.
Music my rampart, and my only one.
There is no shelter in you anywhere.
Life must go on, Though good men die.
Oh, you mean I'm a homosexual! Of course I am, and heterosexual too, but what's that got to do with my headache?