Shot down from the rafters And off to ever after Consider this a failure So be it, urchin's promise The curse is working The trail of bodies That leaves no suspect What did you expect? And get it Get it here Get it now The news is not worthy Don't even look You're cornered into thinking Invited to the lynching Specify instructions I'll shoot the arrow straight up I'll frame your holy mugshot Add insult to buckshot And then I'll drink with glycerol frog-eye Yeah, she can tell you every detail