Hear the heavy tread
And the muffled
Desperate groan
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 grey
To black
To yellow
To blue
And that evil creature
You let out
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