Dead At The Stake.

I'd rather be
cold, hard,
and playing my guitar.
Setting fire
to tar,
and killing like a czar.

Pillage and rape,
I've become such a fake.
My head falls back-
I'm dead at the stake.

We all fall down.
We all fall down.
And as the world falls down,
everything you knew-
it all falls down.

Ring around the Rosie-
a dead man covered in posies.
A smile gone thin,
blood to his chin.
The worms welcome him to their hole, it seems...