The sky is black The night is torn The moon is a brain carved out of bone All my relatives stare Down at the floor Because I'm buttering a kitchen tile with a vole(?) Happy Birthday Happy Birthday Everybody act like you're having fun Happy Birthday It's my Birthday Yo ho ho and a bottle of children's feet I've invited a blind Mongolian knife thrower and his one eyed assistant While a German dwarf plays hopscotch with a dismembered doll And my children are all crying \"Why can't you be normal, Dad?\" I say \"In the forest of mankind, the twisted oak survives the woodcutter's ax\" That seems to upset them more So I take a dance with a tawny moor and eat a trifle made of wood Happy Birthday Happy Birthday Remember remember the never of December when the clock strikes 13 Everybody knows it's Happy Birthday To me.