I kept on working, I went to work And kept on singing, for what it's worth I saw my friends, didn't try to hide But my guts are fucked since you died I kept on eating, and drinking too I slept at night, didn't dream of you Talked to a counsellor and never cried But my guts are fucked since you died They know that something's missing, that something's very wrong Hurt in the morning, and ache all day long I took the tablets, even tried to write a song But my guts are fucked now you're gone I'm glad you're free of suffering now And life flows on anyhow Precious memories I'll keep inside But my guts are fucked since you died