Some still say "how could you possibly?..."
Which is why I still turn and walk away
I deal with the devil that pays rather then that one that does not
Why could I possibly?...
Well...
That's a coffin for another day
So for now I'll click my heels and walk, astray

My dead march peacefully and silently so
Knowing and frothing their one place to go
But I care no more no less
I'm the one they send to clean up this mess