She wanted to know
Why I came this far
Only to sow
The seeds of war

I had good intent
No hate, only love
I was even hell-bent
To be sweet as a dove

And then one day
As I laid back
I did hear her say
How much she loved Jack

So I picked up my rifle
And cocked its smooth lever
With two shots I did stifle
My evil deceiver

One day I discovered
Who this Jack was
Once he was mothered
By the now dead lass

As I swallowed my barrel
And pulled back the trigger
I felt the assist
Of her dead-cold finger

House of the Rising Sone
Out in the mid or far field
Dedicated mid-woofers are over-rated