You Old Demon

Everyone knew from the start

Looking at me

Looking at me

Looking down at me from the start

They didn’t bother to swim out

S.O.S.

“The victors are never

Tried for war crimes”

So says

Bucchianeri

So you traveled the globe

Looked up skirts

Tipped your hat as you walked out the door

Now here we stand

Me on the other side

You breaking down the door

What is it 

You old demon

What is it you came looking for?