Brian Dewan My Eye
Oh let me tell you, a dreadful story, of how I poked out my eye
Oh let me tell you, a dreadful story, of how I poked out my eye
Well it was early on Sunday morning when I woke up from a dream
My heart was pounding, my hands were trembling from the frightful sight I'd seen
I dreamt my father appeared before me, he had risen from the grave
He was a pitiful and lonely specter of a life that could not be saved
Oh let me tell you, a dreadful story, of how I poked out my eye
Oh let me tell you, a dreadful story, of how I poked out my eye
And in the dream, my father told me that a part of me must die
So that it might be with him in spirit, to help him in the afterlife
You can imagine that all I wanted was only to go back to sleep
And yet I knew that I must rise up and obey the terrible decree
Oh let me tell you, a dreadful story...
Oh let me tell you, a dreadful story...
I left the warmth of the bedroom and opened the window shades
I walked outside, in my bathrobe into the cool of the autumn day
I walked outdoors, to the tool shed and opened up the drawer
And I removed the deadly instrument to do the deadly deed
Oh let me tell you, a dreadful story, of how I poked out my eye
Oh let me tell you, a dreadful story, of how I poked out my eye
And then I wrapped a linen bandage across the eye that would never see again
And then I brought in my Sunday paper and then went back to bed
Oh let me tell you, a dreadful story, of how I poked out my eye
Oh let me tell you, a dreadful story, of how I poked out my eye
My Eye
