Bygones

A devil lies daggered at dawn Its grim features clutch to their last bit of breath A murdered bad man is a fallen saint It will be shining armoured knight in death A sinner sits decapitated in the town centre Its head, three metres from, its body lies A murdered bad man is a fallen saint In life disregarded, fanfare sounds now it dies (None of it matters now) The actions so crude, the statements so vile (none of it matters now) A murdered bad man is a fallen saint Flowers and medals and ornate wreaths displayed A disgraceful existence might just be reduced To condolences sincere, and memories joyful Light a candle, make it public Just two weeks before would've got you an earful Wouldn't want to imply that my conscience is clear To the bottom of this, I am aiming my head Tell me, why when respiring disapproval prevails? But reservation ensueth when the wretched is dead (None of it matters now) The actions so crude, the statements so vile (none of it matters now) A murdered bad man is a fallen saint Flowers and medals and ornate wreaths displayed A tactician firm, undoubtedly so But in values and views, simply vulgar Without whom where we would be, this nobody knows Omitting the truth is a danger An assured pioneer, no questions to follow Fired shots on a lover and forced down her throat He's ascended, descended this God only knows Be wary of those who drop the finger None of it matters now (None of it matters now) None of it matters now (None of it matters now) The bygones have gone by, the hatchets are buried Its name in gold, come shine, come rain A murdered bad man is a fallen saint