Dead to the world, I see only black, there's blood on my hands Dead to the world, I see only black, the blood of the dead I remember her screams The night she died Hollow inside I wrapped my hands around her neck Squeezing out her breath Eyes rolled back

Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer Oh, oh, oh, oh Came down upon her head Made sure that she was dead Joan was quizzical, studied pataphysical Science in the home Late nights all alone with a test tube Maxwell Edison, majoring in medicine Calls her on

And she knew Going on with the show Come on baby Frankie died just the other night Some say it was suicide But we know How the story goes With his six string knife And his street wise pride