It Won't Be Long - Boys Night Out

He kept his craft confined to the night

Subdued by sleep, we hate to wake up

He cataloged and counted his kills, divided the dead

And suddenly stopped

Prompted by the heat of July

The sweat on his skin beaded and fell

He never prayed a day in his life…

Cause man what’s the point when you’ve been promised to hell

There’s something to be said for the crowd

Which gathered and grew and erupted into song

He smiled as he toyed with the noose, and took up their words

Oh, it won’t be long

Oh, it won’t be long

Oh, it won’t be long

Oh, it won’t be long

Oh, it won’t be long

The tune collapsed, and the mob ceased their song…

Confused and in awe of the monster trained to sing

The hangman tightened up and leaned in

And offered the man a chance to speak before he’d swing

He cried out:

«Man and monsters both make mistakes

But for every man who cries and begs for time enough to breathe

You’ll find a million more monsters like me

Who’ll lick your world and laugh when we leave.»

Then the trap door released

Oh, it won’t be long