how can you take a life,
and roll it into a ball?
how can you take her hand,
and tell her its her fault?
how can you dance about,
on the stump abover her grave?
how can you take an oath,
and leave your family depraved?

the dragon dances a jig for you,
and you take him on a quest.
you lie on your mothers name,
and never see the rest.
the times have grown hard my friend,
said the devil to the maid.
the times have grown hard again,
so pick up your trusty spade!

off with her head, the demon shouts.
and his rallying calls suppressed.
when the angel takes you by the hand,
lying on a mound undressed.
the world swirls in the air,
with the fluid in his arm.
with the sickly call for satans hand.
he declares, it's never done me any harm.