Volunteer - Mark Geary

My lover left meShe left me too soonI shouldn’t blame her muchBut the state of my roomI started stumbling and chasing the bellsThe metal straps upon my kneesMade this sound when I fellAnd you heard those words from your piersI was just your volunteerI loved my Uncle GeorgieUncle Georgie’s my friendHe spent his life fishingWashing dishes weekendsAnd I tried to say something sincereSign me up I’ll