The Last Word

What do you call it
 when another forces your hand
 and what will they say
 when they find me here this way
 and know, no no no it wasn't my idea
 no it wasn't my idea
 but oh, just to see your face
 when you find me here like this
 now there's no time for wondering
 darkness is now at my door
 rapping with bony fingers
 he's come to take me home
 he'll envelope me in sleep
 wrapped in black feathery wings
 but before we fly, here's my goodbye
 I get the last word
 I get the last laugh
 as sure as the room is growing cold
 I'll have the last word
 I'll have the last laugh
 as sure as my blood is running cold
 they won't call it suicide
 because I've got the killer's name
 engraved so deeply in my veins
 they will call it homicide
 because I've got your name
 so clearly carved into my wrist
 the weak and the lame will find their way
 to escape but why should I
 leave all this beauty behind
 and forfeit the joy in my life
 in the name of an enemy
 I'll have the last word
 I'll have the last laugh
 as sure as the room is growing cold
 I'll have the last word
 I'll have the last laugh
 as sure as your blood is running cold
 far be it for I to leave all this beauty behind
 I will stay to watch you wither away
 and with any luck you may be hit by a truck
 and I will remain to dance upon your grave
 oh, look, can't you see how much your death means to me
 please won't you play in a busy street
 Far be it for I to leave all this beauty behind
 I will remain to dance upon your grave