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