someone get lucky before the terrible future reminds me of miles on the wings of the day manna we missed you what did they do the diamonds you dreamed of are only for you under the arctic circle shatter of blue at the dawn may was brought up on whiskey you're a blue afternoon someone get a genius blinded and cruel who don't need looking after see what he can do wrapped up in layers of ice down among the trees with an arctic circle around his knees 'i never dreamt of hell' i say and all the dead men laugh in every book you will suffer there between black and white 'i never dreamt of hell' i say and all the dead men cry