A Temperamental Widower (Lyrics)

We're not going backwards, We're just killing onward to die. Put that knife away. My first thought, a dragon. The two contending marches. Put that knife away. She'll sting you to death Like a swarm of hornets from the hive. Sign my name to press hard, there are three copies. You'll put me in the grave. In the grave. We're not going backwards, w E're just killing onward to die. Put that knife away. Making progress...that of a dead man. Constant last words. The last word.