More than most
No such toast to this particular town
Found out entirely
Utterly predisposed, I suppose you were
All courtesy of our great-grandfather
Lambs to the absolute slaughter
Which somehow, anyhow, managed to treacle on down through these years
I oughta…
I sit here completely enveloped by fear
I am so very sorry that you find yourself in search of a most guaranteed and surefire knife-edge
Slit wrists, the lot
Sure didn’t you shoot your very own father by the end
A travesty
Try as you might to somehow disguise that aforementioned hazardous route I speak oh so blasphemously of
Now, please bear with me and give me your hand
For we need to unravel this whole damn poisonous thing all over again