Well he's trying to conceal it
Still he wants to cry
See him pulling that face
Tossing broccoli around
Is it another bottle
He's been emptying for nights?
Is it another companion
He had to leave behind?
Not without reluctance, no
He had to say his many goodbyes, you know
He already feels like he lost some kilos
'Til he has to fight an old thought
A litany that's just for him
That he can't catch up
And he wants ketchup in his greens
And he can't break down
'Cause he has the red hands
Plead guilty for the killing
Another midnight crime
Those buns didn't expect it
He had a sleepless night
Is it another bottle
He's been emptying for nights?
But, the scent of ketchup filled the room
Then he knew that he couldn't catch up