Come morning the goddess of vengeance is up

Her daily production:

Is typing destruction

A list of instructions

To Whom It Concerns

Her choosing is always precise

She hits send. It connects

And gets posted to all of the world

And if your name is on it

You'll curse your bad luck or your fate

But that's your mistake - the decision is hers

You go to a tailor

Suit out in your best

Calls to your family

Square up your debts

Stop after Mass to receive your Last Rites

'Cause there's an appointment you're keeping tonight

There's no time for talk and bullshit

There's only time for goodbye