Over the treetops and under the spires walked poor Bettina, the Queen of the Wires She was a child stolen out of the cold i couldn't leave her alone I came upon her one drunk starless night I feasted on her young flesh, all alight When morning came there was nobody there only a cold vacant stare
Lady Bettina, Queen of the Wires Walking the half inch rope over the knives I watched her dangle in front of my eyes under the hot blinding lights
Tightrope, oh tightrope, you held her so near, but one day Bettina slipped into the air and fell like a stone from the trees and the spires Bettina betrayed by the wires Shattered Bettina lay dying below Stirring the sawdust with one twitching toe raising a finger a cursing aloud pointed me out to the crowd
Tightrope, oh tightrope, the very wire where my Bettina walked 'neath the spires tied in a noose and slipped over my head one little twitch and I'm dead