Here you are you loquacious sod. Fine song.

HE FADES AWAY
(Alistair Hulett)

There's a man in my bed, I used to love him
His kisses used to take my breath away
There's a man in my bed, I hardly know him
I wipe his face and hold his hand
And watch him as he slowly fades away

And he fades away
Not like leaves that fall in autumn
Turning gold against the grey
He fades away
Like the bloodstains on the pillowcase
That I wash every day
He fades away

There's a man in my bed, he's on a pension
Although he's only fifty years of age
The lawyer say we might get compensation
In the course of due procedure
But he couldn't say for certain at this stage

And he's not the only one
Who made the trip so many years ago
To work the Wittenoom mine
So many young men old before their time
And dying slow
They fade away
A wheezing bag of bones
With lungs half-clogged and full of clay
They fade away

There's a man in my bed, they never told him
The cost of bringing home his weekly pay
When the courts decide how much they owe him
How will he spend his money
When he lies in bed and coughs his life away?

And he fades away
Not like leaves that fall in autumn
Turning gold against the grey
He fades away
Like the bloodstains on the pillowcase
That I wash every day
He fades away

Words and music by Alistair Hulett.
Source: Alistair Hulett 'Dance of the Underclass' Red Rattler RAT CD 001.
PS.

--Stewie.