242nd Chorus

The sound in your mind
   is the first sound
       that you could sing

If you were singing
   at a cash register
       with nothing on yr mind -

But when that grim reper
   comes to lay you
       look out my lady

He will steal all you got
   while you dingle with the dangle
   and having robbed you

    Which will be your best reward,
    T'were better to get rid o
    John O' Twill, then sit a-mortying
    In this Half Eternity with nobody
    To save the old man being hanged
    In my closet for nothing
    And everybody watches
    When the act is done —

Stop the murder and the suicide!
    All's well!
        I am the Guard