I was a highwayman, along the coach roads I did ride. With sword and pistol by my side. Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade. Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade.
You're over my shoulder, I think I'm possessed. Your constant undertone, is making me toothless. Times come to trim you gonna get out my knife. Gonna cut you out, baby, out of my life.