The Last Word

What do you call it
When another forces your hand?
And what will they say
When they find me
Here this way?
And know, know, know
That it wasn’t my idea,
No, it wasn’t my idea
But ok, just to see your face
When you find me
Here like this

Now there’s no time for wondering
Darkness is now at my foor
Wrapping with his bony fingers
He’s come to take me home
He’ll envelop me in sleep
Wrapped in black, feathery wings
But before we fly,
Here’s my goodbye…
I’ll 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 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 will be hid 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
I will remain to dance upon your grave.

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