Thad Calabrese - Song 39 lyrics

Come morning the goddess of vengeance is up Her daily production: Is typing destruction A list of instructions To Whom It Concerns Her choosing is always precise She hits send. It connects And gets posted to all of the world And if your name is on it You'll curse your bad luck or your fate But that's your mistake - the decision is hers You go to a tailor Suit out in your best Calls to your family Square up your debts Stop after Ma** to receive your Last Rites 'Cause there's an appointment you're keeping tonight There's no time for talk and bullsh** There's only time for goodbye