This is a song about "Tiernan"

Divided families and tore 'em up and saddened mothers,

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Each time you disperse your verses they are hurling curses

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,

I'm hot like the backlash backdraft from sugar packets packed with anthrax