Twist The End

When you get down to it, there are no happy endings. You bring me your romantic tale about them living happily ever after. I'll just add, "Until she died of scarlet fever." Or maybe, "Until he noticed the new receptionist at the office with the long legs and the crooked teeth."

Let me hold your hit song. You know, that happy one that your mom said should be a hit. I'll slow it down, way down. I'll sing it in a minor key and, if you let me hold it long enough, I'll add a verse about somebody hacking somebody up.

It's never over till the end.

THE END