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