I know time, to have its ways
But how come as soon as I can grow a beard
It started going grey?
That's what she said, lying next to me
The bearded lady was the wisest gal that I did ever meet
And I don't mean to boast
But she gives it her most, nightly
At the time I was throwing knives
At every dame who deigned it fine
To fill my hands up with her life
But that's not true it was only you
Spinning through a cavalcade of blades
Who moved like horses without their hooves
And I miss you the most
But I'm the virus not the host
So I'll move on
Through dark halls of nightfall
I move along, against the dawn
Flew through tomb like rooms whose musk and dust
Beckon the dust
People are mean, and they love to talk
But I have never known a pile of shit to grow two legs and walk
That's what I hear as she is shaving her beard
She and I are going to take a ride
And get the hell out of here
Cuz I threw one too close
Accidentally slit your throat
And now I'm on the run
Through dark halls of night fall
Pushing on, against the dawn
Flew through mushroom plumes whose frightening light
Consumed the night