His name was Jack
He had a heart attack
He wore black on black
Like a wreck he fled fast
Local smoke croaked out as he cracked horseback
Jag önskar dig lycka till, tack

Her terms were fruitless
Features like a feathered headdress
She'd stay out late with guests
That'd forget to give a goodnight kiss
Poor apropos poised prose postponed
Kept on like she wasn't

His job was harmless
Pistol wept out its harness
Had an itch for revenge
Pretense, one of his targets
A fervor feared forced his progress
Whatsoever revolves up

She soared by sordid sonnets
Anchored artifice, Ms. Anonymous
Dove off the pale precipice
To set sale in an office
Not novice now nor never was
Could it cost a couple coffins?

His time soon forgotten
Stood on watch but later lost it
Lately he's either bothered
By foreigners or who he fathered
So solo songs soon sound so long
Let nay look lost no longer

His girl's name is April
She shows with pierced navel
Asks for some greenbacks
To catch z's on a pill
Lo, save we fail, she hits a dead end trail
And an angel ends up in jail

"And all men **** the thing they love
By all let this be heard
Some do it with a bitter look
Some with a flattering word
The coward does it with a kiss
The brave man with a sword"
With a sword