Eels Efils' God
Efils 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 back 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 Efils good Don't tell me that I can 't do this As if you don't know How efils good