Efils' God

Efils good and the time is right

I'll bundle-up and slip away

The count is down and the drip is up

It's time to split this hunk of clay

Now you can bring back my suitcase but you can't bring me

And you can have all the money 'cause you say that you must

But if you think that it matters, take a look at me

And don't close your eyes as I turn into dust

Efils good

Don't tell me that I can't do this

As if you knew, but you don't know

How Efils good