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.