Rotting in a cell with a dark, grey view
I did just what I had to do
And what they say about me, baby, it’s true
Well they fed me steak and eggs, not bad
They say your last meal tend to make you sad
baby, it’s the best I’ve ever had

No one crosses John de Sadre
And lives to tell the story later
I’m in a lot of trouble now
but it was worth it anyhow
If you should find yourself a traitor
Beware the ghost of John de Sadre

One last cigar, I take it with no shame
I strike a match and put it to the flame
As the fire of passion runs through my veins
I let the ash fall all the way
For what I’ve done, I’m not ashamed
A poor man’s last tribute to his blame

Chorus

I take two steps, now three, now four
By the chains they pull me fore’
To show me what the devil has in store
I take six steps, now seven, now eight
It won’t be long, ain’t no use in waitin’
Phone the devil, tell ‘em don’t be late

Chorus

Blood on my hand, blood on my hands
For now, I’ve taken my sweet revenge (4x)