I live alone in heaven,
Lonely as a bell
It’s very peaceful there,
Although I’m stuck in hell.
I live alone in heaven
Atop a lofty spire,
What is hellish about this job,
You may very well inquire . . .
I'm alone when I'm beaten,
Beaten to keep up time.
I'm forced to keep a rhythm,
I'm forced to keep up rhyme.
One day I know I'll crack,
I'll stop this mournful tone,
One day a final whack,
Will strike me to the bone.
