This bastard has come to claim his throne As king of picking on the wrong The blade in his hand might scare you to death If the stink doesn't kill you first Your silvery hair and heart of gold, is too big a prize to resist So open your mouth, and knock back that final bitter pill And wait until. It all goes still It all goes quiet and oh so still His big black kiss comes better never, than early like this But he keeps the score and time is just not on your side anymore But I've taken your picture & a piece of your soul So nostalgia will beat him and win in the end When all is still When all I quiet and oh so still And there's a dark empty hole, the thought of you will fill