Palace Doctor - Oh Sees

I am tragically covered Sunday

Bleeding Sunday, Sunday’s blood

Who is always sneaking around

On the polished palace floor?

Who, who?

Who is always knocking on my

On my palace doctor’s door?

Who has always kept them bleeding

From the royal palace sores?

I am always high and mighty

Laying on the palace floor

Who, who?

Who is always sneaking around

In the palace garden rows?

Who always throws the first spade

Over shoulder, palace wood?

Who is always hiding bodies

Wealthy bodies, as you should?

Who, who?

I am working in the garden

Planting flowers after dark

Who, who?

Who, who?

Who, who?

Who, who?

Who, who?