Mrs. Hayes
Takes a fork
And stabs in her husband's neck
Rips his tounge
From his throat.
And slashes at his fatty jowls.
It's just a dream
A drunken dream
But it makes her feel better.
30 Years
Of wasted...
Mr. Hayes
Lives alone
With his maid and cook. [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/a/alice_donut/mrs_hayes.html ]
"Get over here!
Get over here!
Christ! You're an idiot!"
30 Years
Of wasted life
My small comfort when I go.
When I go.
Is he'll be rotting in a home.
A breathing corpse.
Open casket Mr. Hayes.
When I go.