The Last Word Voltaire

What do they call it
When another forces your hand
And what will they say
When they find me here this way
And know, know, know, know
That it wasn't my idea
No it wasn't my idea
But, oh, just to see your face
When you find me here like this

Now there's no time for wondering
Darkness is now at my door
Wrapping with his bony fingers
He's come to take me home
He'll envelop me in sleep
Wrapped in black feathered wings
But before we fly
Here's my goodbye

I get the last word
I'll have the last laugh
Sure as the room is growing cold
I'll have the last word
I'll have the last laugh
Sure as my blood is running cold