Swan Song

Ramblings of madness

My landlord would see us all hang on Friday
Every sod amongst us here,
So if you've got severance in allowance
Then I've got time enough to kill,
We're both of dubious reputation
You, me, and the fellow yonder,
There was once a woman here as well
Though should you remember:
She took flight into the cellars
And became a wine seller with the obscure one.
But if we are not to hang
Then we must tie our heads together,
With copious amounts of string
So that we can hear each other thinking,
Better that than the ropes
That would strangle us all separately,
Would that you could come up with an idea
That would see us in remission,
We've only so long to live
And feel the finer touch of satin,
Friends we are, and friends we'll be
Forever and always--we strange three,
But at this rate, dullards that you are
We'll be hanging by that tree!