Our Name Shall Be Revenge

Hear the heavy tread and the muffled, desperate groans
Of the thing that’s locked inside and changing clothes
And changing bones
Well i will never be the one to loathe to say
«my shoulders are broad enough
To take the weight of this blame upon myself»
And a hundred chivalries cannot undo
What that vile concoction you drank down made you
It changed from red to green, to orange, to gray
To black, to yellow, to blue
And that evil creature you let out
Well that wicked beast was you
And our name shall be revenge
So pick the lock or knock the door off its hinges
And we shall find
The answer to the mystery that’s been plaguing us so long
So long my old friend
And our name shall be revenge
So pick the lock or knock the door off its hinges
And we shall find
The body lying cold, the portmanteau intact
With instructions on how to win you back
But you’re not coming back my old friend