Knives out.

Cutting throats.

Gutting folks.

Counting blessings:

One, two—

Three, you.

Dead or alive.

Bodies floating.

Noose hanging.

Lovely smile;

Grinning!

I want you.

Nah, only you.

Dead or alive, ah.

Either will do me.

Hold ‘em tight.

Force a laugh.

One, two,

I see you.

Three, four,

Open the door.

And I want you.

I want you.

Dead or alive.

I said dead or alive.

‘Cause when does a—

does a man become a monster, eh?