Orpheus sat gloomy in his garden shed
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Wondering what to do
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With a lump of wood, a piece of wire
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And a little pot of glue
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O Mamma O Mamma
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He sawed at the wood with half a heart
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And glued it top to bottom
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He strung a wire in between
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He was feeling something rotten
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O Mamma O Mamma
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Orpheus looked at his instrument
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And he gave the wire a pluck
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He heard a sound so beautiful
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He gasped and said O my God
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O Mamma O Mamma
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He rushed inside to tell his wife
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He went racing down the halls
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Eurydice was still asleep in bed
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Like a sack of cannonballs
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O Mamma O Mamma
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Look what I've made, cried Orpheus
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And he plucked a gentle note
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Eurydice's eyes popped from their sockets
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And her tongue burst through her throat
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O Mamma O Mamma
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O God, what have I done, he said
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As her blood pooled in the sheets
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But in his heart he felt a bliss
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With which nothing could compete
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O Mamma O Mamma
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Orpheus went leaping through the fields
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Strumming as hard as he did please
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Birdies detonated in the sky
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Bunnies dashed their brains out on the trees
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O Mamma O Mamma
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Orpheus strummed till his fingers bled
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He hit a G minor 7
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He woke up God from a deep, deep sleep
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God was a major player in heaven
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O Mamma O Mamma
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God picked up a giant hammer
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And He threw it with an thunderous yell
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It smashed down hard on Orpheus' head
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And knocked him down a well
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O Mamma O Mamma
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The well went down very deep
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Very deep went down the well
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The well went down so very deep
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Well, the well went down to hell
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O Mamma O Mamma
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Poor Orpheus woke up with a start
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All amongst the rotting dead
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His lyre tacked safe under his arm
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His brains all down his head
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O Mamma O Mamma
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Eurydice appeared brindled in blood
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And she said to Orpheus
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If you play that fucking thing down here
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I'll stick it up your orifice!
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O Mamma O Mamma
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This lyre lark is for the birds, said Orpheus
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It's enough to send you bats
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Let's stay down here, Eurydice, dear
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And we'll have a bunch of screaming brats
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O Mamma O Mamma
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Orpheus picked up his lyre for the last time
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He was on a real low down bummer
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And stared deep into the abyss and said
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This one is for Mamma
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O Mamma O Mamma
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O Mamma O Mamma
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The Lyre Of Orpheus
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| Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds |
