All people are only for
using,
How can the roses truth expect to satisfy your feel,
Daylight troubles the loser
For the sword is drawn, the plans were made for digging a grave.
Here comes the king to go take my rifle away,
Taking a turn to sharpen the cutaway,
That is the way they are for yesterday.
Send for the jailer to bring us a candle light,
Something to help us through the night,
And when it’s over, it’s at the end of day,
Shall we return to play the game.
Listen there is a message from the governor,
It says, there’s no grief,
Hear all, you’re no different from the rest of us,
Now down on your knees,
Rest you, wither in silence,
And in the night the fairy lady comes to laugh in my ear,
Demons greet me in the morning,
And with the song of silver birds sweet in my ear,
Here comes the king to go take my rifle away,
Taking a turn to sharpen the cutaway,
That is the way they are for yesterday.
Oh, the set is overcrowded,
Send the people away,
Oh, the set is overcrowded,
Send the people away.