On my way on coming down

I had a vision of loss

On my way from the coroner

I left it out all lying in a box

It's been a long time coming

And your time's coming

Round, round, round the clock

And your sweet surrender

I'll hold

How many times will the culprit kill?

With the help of the president

A perfect kill

In the meadow there's a child

With a bullet in his head

In your bed

Assume your dead

Tick, tick, boom!

Your days of glory

Have long been beside you

Running round in circles

Gotcha feeling like you're some kind of slug

And I'm so sorry

To bleed for the

Heavenly devil

Your sweet surrender

I'll hold

How many times will the culprit kill?

With the help of the president

A perfect kill

In the meadow there's a child

With a bullet in his head

In your bed

Assume your dead

Tick, tick!

How many times will the culprit kill?

With the help of the president

A perfect kill

In the meadow there's a child

With a bullet in his head

In your bed

Assume your dead

Tick, tick, boom!