[Intro] Lizzie took an ax... ...forty whacks. [Verse 1] August 1892. The air in Fall River is sour and thick. A house full of ghosts, a house full of sick. Step-mother upstairs, smoothing the bed, She doesn't feel the shadow leaning over her head. My fingers wrap around the smooth wooden oak, Dissociation hits before the first heavy stroke. It isn't rage. It isn't hate. It’s just a mathematical shift in weight. One inch of iron, two inches deep, Put the sweet old lady permanently to sleep. [Chorus] AX! AX! SWING IT IN THE DARK! Forty on the bone leaves a pretty little mark! CHOP! THUD! STEEL BITES BONE! Lizzie’s got an ax and she’s all alone! AX! AX! SHINIER THAN GOLD! Eleven to the father till his face turns cold! CHOP! THUD! WATCH THE EDGE SLIDE! NOWHERE FOR THE BLOOD OF THE BORDENS TO HIDE! [Verse 2] Andrew’s on the sofa, resting his eyes. He never heard the rustle. He never heard the flies. The hatchet is a pendulum, tick-tock-tick, Crashing through the temple, fast and slick. The eye splits open. The silence arrives. A family dismantled by the sharpest of knives. I wash my hands in the porcelain bowl, A spotless dress for a seamless soul. "Maggie! Come quick! Someone came inside!" Look at how beautifully the daughter lied. [Chorus] AX! AX! SWING IT IN THE DARK! Forty on the bone leaves a pretty little mark! CHOP! THUD! STEEL BITES BONE! Lizzie’s got an ax and she’s all alone! AX! AX! SHINIER THAN GOLD! Eleven to the father till his face turns cold! CHOP! THUD! WATCH THE EDGE SLIDE! NOWHERE FOR THE BLOOD OF THE BORDENS TO HIDE! [Bridge] "Look at her hands, so delicate, so small." "A Sunday school teacher couldn't slaughter them all." "Where is the weapon? Where is the stain?" It’s buried in the cellar. It’s buried in my brain. Acquitted by men who are too blind to see, That the lady on the stand was a butcher set free. I bought my house on French Street. I bought my peace. But the rhythm of the hatchet will never, ever cease. [Final Powerful Chorus] AX! AX! SWING IT IN THE DARK! FORTY ON THE BONE LEAVES A PRETTY LITTLE MARK! CHOP! THUD! STEEL BITES BONE! LIZZIE’S GOT AN AX AND SHE’S ALL ALONE! AX! AX! SHINIER THAN GOLD! ELEVEN TO THE FATHER TILL HIS FACE TURNS COLD! CHOP! THUD! WATCH THE EDGE SLIDE! NOWHERE FOR THE BLOOD OF THE BORDENS TO HIDE! She gave her father... forty-one.
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