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