what do they call it when another forces is 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 homocide
'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 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 be hit by a truck
and i will remain to dance upon your grave
oh, love, 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
and i will remain to dance upon your grave
what do they call it when another forces is 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 homocide '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 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 be hit by a truck and i will remain to dance upon your grave oh, love, 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 and i will remain to dance upon your grave