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!!!
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