I was under the Calvary Cross. The pale-faced lady she said to me. I’ve watched you with my one green eye. And I’ll hurt you ‘till you need me. You scuff your heels and you spit on your shoes. You do nothing with reason. One day you catch a train. Never leaves the station. Everything you do. Everything you do. You do for me. Now you can make believe on your tin whistle. And you can be my broom-boy. Scrub me ‘till I shine in the dark. I’ll be your light ‘till doomsday. Oh it’s a black cat cross your path. And why don't you follow. My claw’s in you and my lights in you. This is your first day of sorrow. Everything you do. Everything you do. You do for me