A k**er comes.
A k**er goes.
He walks into a k**er's home.
And says, "Good night" to the moon.
He has a k**er's house and car,
Quite different than his old guitars.
He's slowly k**ing me
But I do refuse to believe.
A k**er comes
To her backdoor.
He will not knock,
But I'm not quite sure.
He knows the bluebird sings.
But I do refuse to believe.