The Gentlemen
Across the black asphalt street,
Houses on either side
White picket fences
Shining silver in the starlight
The Gentlemen were floating
Calm as a cloud
Their skulls bare in the starlight
Grins fixed on their faces.
A little girl watched from her window
Her face as horrified as a prisoner facing the gallows
Eyes fixed on the Gentlemen
Their faces shone with delight
The Gentleman sang as they floated,
'Can't shout, can't even cry
The Gentlemen are coming by
'Close up your windows
Lock up your doors
We need a heart
And we might take yours'
The girl screamed silently,
For the Gentlemen had stolen her speech.
The Gentlemen's heads turned
Excitement in their hollow eyes
They had found a heart young and pure!
The girl ran and ran but didn't escape
She was caught and killed that very night.
Now, they say you see a little girl before the Gentlemen come
She sings their song with a verse of her own,
'Can't call to mom, can't say a word
You're going to die screaming, but you won't be heard.'