simply had nothing to give
i couldn't stand your eternal nag
you didn't deserve to live
so i went to the stove and took a pork knife
and stabbed it into your head
buried you in the fruit cellar
i was glad 'cause i thought you were dead
but the maggots didn't feast on your body
you didn't get moldy as i thought
and still i can hear that nag in my head
a haunting i can't forget
the deed was a coldblooded homicide
but still she's the same old hag
and still my life has turned the same
isn't there anything to set me free from this wicked pain?