In the beginning we rounded them up All of the traitors to luck And then we k**ed them and put all their bodies Into one ma**ive grave As they approached where they'd spend their tomorrows They never asked us a thing When you give in to the mercy of time You don't try to survive You just try to get by on whatever it brings When we came back to throw lye on the horses There were no corpses there All of the Trevors and Patricks and Davids Were set to float away We were not angry, we weren't disappointed We were just doing our jobs We barely missed them by a dangling hair Up past fingertips into the air As they rose up their look was rreserved