Friends In Low Places

In old Venezia I made my trade

Selling marionettes in my ramshackle place

On that hallowed night when I lost my life

All I remember was the gleam of the knife

I vanish with no traces

I got friends in low places

I wasn't missed or mourned, my body never found

But I made new friends here underground

I was chosen for a second chance at life

I am the watcher now I watch for all of time

Face off with the faceless

I got friends in low places

Oh, just another one in a long line of no ones

One of many replacements

With my friends in low places

I vanish with no traces

I've got friends in low places

Oh, just another one in a long line of no ones

Face off with the faceless

With my friends in low places