Tonight would be the last night that we had our tea

That bloody tea, which sent us into ecstasy

Yesterday Mother complained, feeling dizzy, all in pain



Mother's getting weaker, looking paler day by day



As morning came, she could not make it out of bed

And Grandma's spell was getting straight into her head

Not a single word, she didn't seem to be alive



Getting weaker, looking paler day by day



Then Missy came in and she led me by the hand

I didn't want to go, Oh but I should have known

Mother was barely conscious, why should I care

Just looking forward to the next ordeal



Guitar solo: Andy, Guitar solo: Pete, Guitar solo: Andy



I think I heard My sister begging me to stay

She gave me the phone, so I could call someone for help

I simply let go of her hand, then I cut the wire



Missy was crying as I left them both behind

And Mother's getting weaker, Missy shouted at My back

"I hate You"