It's dead it's dead, the wicked witch is dead
the tricky ***** is fed
the sticky twitch has bled

she's gone she's gone, lying on the lawn
the trying of the brawn
the dying of the fawn

it's time it's time, for the last in line
for the blast in mind
for the past behind

it's near it's near, a new day is near
the true grey is clear
the new way is here