�Come on, shake it, shake itI made it all upShe loved me beautifullyLies, lies, happy to be the one I'll be heardLies, lies, we're trying to prove it's a smoking wordI was into meeting you in a desert motorcastYou know she loved me to the very endWhat was that song?WillowWillowWillowWillowWillowWillowWillowWillowHorrible fateSpoke in our songWe are undoneCries, cries, came from the bedroom but no one heardCries, cries, saw from her throat in a bloody curdBlitzkriegBlitzkriegBlitzkriegBlitzkriegBlitzkriegBlitzkriegBlitzkriegBlitzkriegBlitzkriegBlitzkriegBlitzkriegBlitzkriegBlitzkriegBlitzkriegBlitzkriegBlitzkriegBlitzkriegBlitzkriegBlitzkriegBlitzkriegBlitzkriegWidow! Widow! Widow! Widow! Widow! Widow! Widow!Horrible fate, smoking awesome, we are undead!Oh, poor Desdemona, out of soul! Oh, so pale and still and icy cold!Cast me into the fires of hell! Devils deface this empty shell that was the Widow!Widow! Widow!Widow!Innocent lips that had you killed, I'll kiss you now my blood is spilled.To die upon that tree.To die upon that tree.To die upon that tree.To die upon that tree.Yeah, you're numb, too big!To die upon that tree.Thank you.Thank you.