Her father taught her everything that he knew;
How life works and what she could do.
Life and death, right from wrong,
when life gets tough just relax and play along.
People didn’t seem to understand
the interests that they shared.
But they always had each other;
for what others thought, they never really cared.
She was the only one that really knew
the man behind the mask.
He was tough as nails but he would cry
when he read to her bedtime fairy-tales.
They called her Annie Slaughter
She was the hangman’s daughter
She was the apple of her father’s eye
She was always there by his side.
She filled his heart full of pride.
They shared a love of homicide.
So small and cute, but very astute.
so never take for granted the things she could do.
She was shy and timid and unassuming,
but with a swing of her axe she could slice a grown man in two.
Iron Maiden and Brazen Bull;
she loved all her father’s torture tools.
She'd make the prettiest hangman’s noose,
Tied 'em real tight so they never get loose!
He taught her all about poisons,
like nightshade and hemlock
But that was too mundane for her
she felt more at home at the chopping block...