There was a boy, a frightened boy Grew up to be some kind of man Lived in a wood, tried to be good Unlike his bad old man Found a scheme, learned to dream Just to get through the days Before long he grew so strong He didn't care either way He wanted death, but his last breath They sentenced him to life Anarchy and girl's bodies Epiphany for life (Nice... dream) There was a man, a frightened man Grew up to be some kind of boy (nice) Ate scraps form people's laps Made dream reality He got to be a tough monkey And look them in the eye Death by fashion, strapped to a cannon So keep your powder dry You know me, I go too far Like a heifer to the slaughter Here he comes, the Blueblack Hussar Strapped to a gun ain't much fun But it's all that he had left Got a number one, just for fun Started playing Russian roulette He got to be a tough monkey So look them in the eye Death by fashion, strapped to a cannon So keep your powder dry You know me, I go too far Like a heifer to the slaughter Here he comes, the Blueblack Hussar You know me, I go too far Like a heifer to the slaughter Here he comes, the Blueblack Hussar He wanted death, but his last breath They sentenced him to life Anarchy and girl's bodies Epiphany for life Nice dream Nice dream You know me, I go too far Like a heifer to the slaughter Here he comes, the Blueblack Hussar Hussar