Voltaire - The Last Word lyrics

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 k**er'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 d**h 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