What do ya call it
when another forces your hand
and what will they say
When they find me here this way
And no, no, no, no that it wasn't
My idea, no it wasn't my idea
But oh, just to see your face
When they find me here like this
Now there's no time for wondering
Darkness is now at my door
Wrapping with his boney fingers
He's come to take me home
He'll envelope me in sleep
Wrapped in black feathered wings
But before we fly, here's my good bye
I get the Last word
I'll have the Last laugh
Sure as the room is growing cold
I'll have the Last word
I'll have the Last laugh
Sure as my blood is running cold
They won't call it suicide
'cause I've got the killer's name engraved
so deeply in my veins
They will call it homicide
'cause I got your name so clearly
carved into my wrist
The weak and the lamn
Will find their way to escape
But why should I leave all this beauty behind
And forfeit the joy in my life in the name of the Enemy
I'll have the Last word
I'll have the Last laugh
Sure as the room is growing cold
I'll have the Last word
I'll have the Last laugh
Sure as your blood is running cold
Far be it for I
To leave all this beauty behind
I will stay to watch you wither away
and with any luck
You may get hit by a truck
And I will remain, to dance upon your grave
Oh, look and you'll see
How much your death means to me
Please won't you play, in a busy street?
Far be it for I
To leave all this beauty behind
And I will remain to dance upon your grave

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