Tonight we drink to you sir!
In your accomplishments we're assured!
Dead is the flickering light in her eye,
in her cheeks forever rainclouds will lie,
broken in four lies the hope in her spine,
and the Sunny girl no longer will smile.
Good sir, this toast we raise for you!
Never again will she be broken in two.
In the lover's soft-spoken whisper
she'll hear only the threat of The Ripper.
We'll now drink double *****
to your drunken verbal abuse!
And down
down
to a Hell
you've sent your little girl!
Are you not a proud father now, sir?