A Temperamental Widower Lyrics
We're not going backwards
We're just going onward today
Put that knife away
My first thought, a dragon
The two contending marches.
And She'll sting you to death
Like a swarm of hornets from the hive.
Honestly I can't fit to this description
Sign my name to shame and press hard,
There are three copies...
You'll put me in the grave
You'll put me in the grave
You'll put me in the grave
You'll put me in the grave
You'll put me in the grave
We're not going backwards
We're not going backwards
We're not going backwards
We're just going onward..today!
PUT THAT KNIFE AWAY!
Making progress that of a dead man.
Contant last words, the last words,
The last words, the last words, the last words.