You just know it, don't you?

You can sense it, can't you?

There's always someone to spoil the party fun

Turncoat in right-hand, right-hand trusted service

The moment come for the coup-de-gun

What did I do to so upset you?

Did you feel so cruelly, cruelly maligned

To push you to this cold conclusion

And the betrayal of Joshua Kynde?

A spy with coin, a coin of sweet betrayal

Of dagger hidden, black cloak unfurled

Swayed, perhaps, by idealogical obsession

Or plain detachment, dark other world

So take this silver, feel it rattle

Comforting in pocket and comforting in mind

Should I be flattered at this price upon my head

And the betrayal of Joshua Kynde?

How does it feel to point the stabbing finger

With perfidious kiss from those deceiving lips?

You sealed my fate as goodly Joshua Kynde

The kind who played with fish and had his chips

So take this silver, feel it rattle

Comforting in pocket and comforting in mind

Should I be flattered at this price upon my head

And the betrayal of Joshua Kynde?