The Decemberists - The Hazards of Love 3 (Revenge!) lyrics

Father, I’m not feeling well
The flowers me you fed tasted spoiled
For suddenly I find that I am dead
But father don’t you fear
Your children all are here
Singing, "Oh, the hazards of love"

Papa, turn the water down
The basin’s overflown
The water covers everything and
Me left all alone but papa, here in death
I have regained my breath
To sing, "Oh, the hazards of love"
To sing, "Oh, the hazards of love"

Spare the rod, you'll spoil the child
But I'd prefer the lash
My sisters drowned and poisoned all
And me reduced to ash
And buried in an urn, but father, I return
Singing, "Oh, the hazards of love"
Singing, "Oh, the hazards of love"
The hazards of love the hazards of love