Von Trapped

She was a lovely girl - Maria by name

I met her on a mountain hike
I looked at her and what I saw I liked

We smoked the smoke and spooned the flickering flame

We sang some songs and scored some tries
She smelled of gin and edelweis

She sliced me open with a knife
Then she kissed the wounds and was contrite

She talked some more of her favorite things

She knifed me in my lower back
I felt the pain and all went black

When I awoke I was all tied up with strings

She held my head in a steely vice
Force fed me strudel and Bavarian lies

Something snapped when the marionettes arrived

And when the yodelling started I knew I was done
I discovered that far is a long long way to run

Von trapped. Dead. Only the hills are still alive.