Shadows form knights and pawns
Upon the squares
Blood is drawn up from the well
Secret signs brought the crime
Right to your door
An innocent guilty as [bad word] 

Oh, the cot is open wide
Damp with milk and honey
Gone the mother and the child
In jesus name

Should they be waiting there
On my return
I [bad word] into their arms
Walking on a razor's edge
Unconcerned
Game is lost again
I'll never learn