In a deep dark corner in the cold of my skull
Where anger and pain and heartache dwell
I see your big wide eyes burning in Hell
But I wouldn't be the kind of man to send her
I'd have to be the kind of man to mend her
But I don't really want to mend anyone at all
I'd rather throw the who*e up against the wall
But I'd be too strong and I'd be too tall
I'd take a sword and run it right through her
But I don't think that would even do her
I wonder whose ghost lives in this place
Torturing and taunting and haunting me
Making me say things that I don't mean
She never even gave me cause to hurt her
Then why is it I feel like a murder?
Summer of lust, summer so blue
Not much to offer, nothing much to do
I need a new place to live and a new pair of shoes
Said she's coming over like a flirter
But underneath I feel like a murder
She said that I was s**ually over the hill
But that ain't no reason for me to want to k**
But someone's gotta pay and somebody will
But it won't be me who does the collecting
I was only just reflecting