If I had a shiny gun
I could have a world of fun
Speeding bullets through the brains
Of the folks that cause me pains.
Or, if I had some poison gas
I could make the moments pass
bumping off the numbers of
people whom I do not love.
But I have no lethal weapon --
Thus does Fate our pleasure step on!
So they still are quick and well
Who should be, by rights, in hell.
