What do they call it

When another forces your hand

And what will they say

When they find me here this way

And know, know, know, know

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

Wrapping with his bony fingers

He's come to take me home

He'll envelop me in sleep

Wrapped in black feathered 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