How do I hide what I have done
On the floor she’s laying dead
Not that I regret killing her
Losing my freedom is what I dread

Can’t say that it was an accident
The facts tell another tale
Forty seven times I stabbed her
My guilt is clear, it’s there in detail

Sat there thirsty, didn’t want to get up
I asked her to get me a beer
Called me a slob, told me to get it myself
And that will never ever do my dear

Taught her a lesson, got a bit carried away
Didn’t mean to slice her into tiny bits
Have to clean the mess, get rid of her
Man, this is really the pits

The worst thing when all’s said and done
Who is going to cook my diner tonight