You could fight for your freedom,
For the soil and the sun.
You could ask for forgiveness it's easily done.
You'd could laugh in their face.
You could spit in their eye.
You could dance upon tables and hope that your die.
One way good as the last,
But none as good as a lie.
You better think twice before flying too high.
Now Michael knows nothing of Annie's new plan.
To bury him quickly
And as soon as she can.
Hands doubled and crossed,
With a hood and a wink.
Poor Michael is silenced,
Before he can blink.
And I'll dance and I'll sing and I'll throw you a smile.
As your body floats out with the rest of the pile.