I was working in a shop,
Selling coffee in the heart of the town,
And the Duke would come by with the apple of his eye,
But this fruit had a taste for the bad,
She liked cash, but wrinkles didn't match,
Her addiction to pleasures of flesh,
And when Duke found us bedded, he ordered the sheriff,
To kindly relieve me my head
Come all hallows eve, I'll be coming for you.
Come all hallows eve, you better bar those shutters
I will return with Claws that burn
I'll see your pretty mension tum it into a furnace
Come all hallows eve.
The axe fell, expecting to find hell
With surprise I materialised!
In the Crowd stood there watching this brutal Beheading.
Like carrion crow to thier prize
The Duke cheered and audience revered
His devotion to all that was tust
But my ghost was away .. the streets all ...
With a plan to make rich boy combust
