What do you call it
When another forces your hand?
And what will they say
When they find me here this way?
And know, no, no, no,
That it wasn't my idea.
No, it wasn't my idea,
But, oh, just to see your face
When you find me here like this.
Now there's no time for wondering:
Darkness is now at my door.
Rapping with his bony fingers
He's come to take me home.
He'll envelope me in sleep,
Wrapped in black feathery wings.
But before we fly
Here's my goodbye:
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've got your name
So clearly carved into my wrist.
The weak and the lame
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 an 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 be hit by a truck
And I will remain
To dance upon your grave.
Oh, look, can't you 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.
I will remain
To dance upon your grave.