(Monoxide Child)

First I plan my escape

Nothing on papes and leave the scene without a trace

I'm looking dead in her face

But she don't see me I'm unnoticed

I head straight to her bedroom window for better focus

Hokus pokus

I see the door's unlocked I let myself in

Head for her room with plans of murder and mayhem

There she go there that bitch lay

Living on this earth to my dismay

Time to pay

Palms are sweaty I'm bout to vomit

I grab the knife outta my belt and jab it in her stomach

Again and again and now she's screaming like I care

But I could give a fuck less

Before she dies I grab her by her blood-soaked hair

And tell her shit's gon' be alright on my end

I'm glad it happened this way

Back in my daughter's life again

Ain't it a shame that it came to this

Life goes on except for one less bitch

Ain't it a trip

Chorus (x2)

Murder murder murder murder

You never heard of redrum in reverse

Bodies in the hearse

Now your life's gone cuz we wanted you to die

Time to kiss your ass goodbye

Don't ask why

(Jamie Maddrox)

It was Tuesday December 24th '97

Time on the clock 1:11

Thinking 'bout sending somebody to heaven

Or the crossroads

The fate of a soul lies in my hands I suppose

Now I'm wearing dark clothes

Park on the side street

Peeping out the scenery make sure nobody's seeing me

As I move to the trunk of the stolen car

Up to the back door with the crowbar

So far the plan's foolproof

Call from the phone booth

Got the message machine

Nobody's on the scene

Kick in the back door 1:34

Looking for the family dog Thor

Kick him in the jaw with the work boots

Knock a couple teeth loose

Smack him in the mouth with my empty deuce deuce

Then I smile

Break his neck and watch him piss on kitchen tile

Never liked him since the day he tried to play me foul

And tried to bite me stab a steak knife in his head

So much for that man's best friend

Now I'm all up in the place and

In the bedroom masturbatin

Cumming on the sheets and pillowcases

Fuck that bitch she's just a kunt

And her mother's nothing but a slut

Can't wait to seal her mouth shut

2:30 she returns home from work

Nice blouse tight shirt

Business attire for this hooker for hire

Throw the keys to the table said baby are u home

Didn't expect to see Bones

We're alone

And she's reaching for the telephone to call the police

Strangle with the cord now deceased

In the process of her suffocation

Finger fucked her for demonstration

Let her know I know her many faces

Now she's dead in the closet

Hanging out with all the winter clothes

In the struggle suffered a bloody nose

But I'm straight though

As I move to the bathroom to wash my hands

It's all part of the plan

Don't think you understand see

Chorus