作曲 : Marcus
He was a pretty boy, 
Stayed at our house.
He took his girlfriend and 
They went off to Laos.
They took a photo there 
Of his heart.
Some things you should never see.
Some things you should never see.
Some things you should never see 
But there they are.
But there they are.
At the last supper sits 
Jesus Christ.
Beneath his disciples fits 
Some device.
Holding double A batteries 
On the side.
And the halo circling round his head,
Twinkle on and off in red.
As he holds up a piece of bread
And rolls his eyes,
Rolls his eyes.
How could that poet state?
Such a phrase.
"Never look an angel straight
In the face?"
He knows they like to wait
In the strangest places.
Motel rooms, pharmacies,
Photographs, batteries.
Some things you should never see.
Some things.
Some things you should never see 
But hey - 
You see them anyway.
Anyway.