Arm the Cannon

Oh well
 She stared at gaping flesh and said, "I have that too!"
 Well I know not you, strange person
 The devil doth reside in your skin, or some residue of him
 Where are your manners, human?
 Yes, conscience is an afterthought
 Drink it away
 And enter pin inside my skin
 At least I think this is my skin... oh well
 Arm the cannon
 And fire well
 The grave, for certain
 This hollow shell
 I came alone
 I'll leave alone
 Yep
 And you prowl the city streets late at night, looking for me
 Looking for fresh kerfuffle
 "Sir, give me a chance I implore thee"
 Me
 Ever-speaking, never-thinking clap dispenser; perpetual fool
 Like you would know what love is
 Now stop your lamentation, and give me a smile
 This is your final curtain
 Arm the cannon
 And fire well
 The grave, for certain
 This hollow shell
 Arm the cannon
 And fire well