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 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 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 get the last laugh

as sure as the room is growing cold

I'll have the last word

I'll have the last laugh

as sure as my blood is running cold



they won't call it suicide

because i've got the killer's name

engraved so deeply in my veins

they will call it homocide

because 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

as sure as the room is growing cold

I'll have the last word

I'll have the last laugh

as 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