How darkly the dark hand met his end
He was withered and bony
Exposed for a phony
But we heed the last words that he penned
"Haste to disgrace the traitor
Do not wait 'til later"
I don't think that you've got to pretend
I see God in birds
And Satan in long words

But I know what you need in a friend
So now when I leave you, I hope I won't see you