There's evil in the midst of life,
he's called The Bearded Man.
He wears a dark silk cloak
and takes the life of careless men.
The Bearded Man I see him stand
He smokes a cigarette.
A lofty and delicate poison,
Born to infect without regret.
Roll your own or buy a pack,
The Bearded Man not care,
As long as tobacco firmly persists,
He craves a dying hand.