Songtext von Mrs. Hayes

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. "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. You... ..Gave... ..Me... ..NOTHING!!! NO-O-O-O-O-O!!!