efil’s good and the time is right 
I’ll bundle up and slip away 
the count is down and the drip is up 
it’s time to split this hunk of clay 

now you can bring my suitcase 
but you can’t bring me 
and you can have all the money 
‘cause you say that you must 
but if you think that it matters 
take a look at me 
and don’t close your eyes as I turn into dust 

efil’s good 

don’t tell me that I can’t do this 
as if you knew 
but you don’t know 
how efil’s good