I fully expected to die right there,
The night I made my hero fall-
The night I cut my Samson’s hair.

When I gave myself ambitious dares,
Offended by his nerve, that gall!
I fully expected to die right there.

When I believed life could be fair,
Thought I alone could change it all-
The night I cut my Samson’s hair.

When I saw his head all cold and bare
And realized it was all my fault,
I fully expected to die right there.

Crept back to my hole down the stairs-
I slithered down that unlit hall
The night I cut my Samson’s hair.

I thought people would stop to care,
But not one heard his weakened calls.
I fully expected to die right there
The night I cut my Samson’s hair.