On my way on coming down 
I had a vision of loss 
On my way from the coroner 
I left it out all lying in a box 
It's been a long time coming 
And your time's coming 
Round, round, round the clock 
And your sweet surrender 
I'll hold

How many times will the culprit kill? 
With the help of the president 
A perfect kill 
In the meadow there's a child 
With a bullet in his head 
In your bed 
Assume your dead 
Tick, tick, boom! 

Your days of glory 
Have long been beside you 
Running round in circles 
Gotcha feeling like you're some kind of slug 
And I'm so sorry 
To bleed for the 
Heavenly devil 
Your sweet surrender 
I'll hold 

How many times will the culprit kill? 
With the help of the president 
A perfect kill 
In the meadow there's a child 
With a bullet in his head 
In your bed 
Assume your dead 
Tick, tick!

How many times will the culprit kill? 
With the help of the president 
A perfect kill 
In the meadow there's a child 
With a bullet in his head 
In your bed 
Assume your dead 
Tick, tick, boom!