The grip on my ear is getting firmer.
I didn't hear but a murmur.
Although she was such a learner.
Now she's nothing but a burner.

Keeping my data safe and sound.
Six feet underneath the ground.
It took a lot to keep me down.
And not that overly aroused.

A simple life in the meadows...

A nimble knife slim and narrow...

A pain so sharp it's in falsetto...

A simple life in the meadows...

Posted up on the girder.
The bullet was meant to divert her.
But she buttered, salted, and murdered.
Dear God I feel like de fuhrer.

Drive around looking to butcher.
Any lawyer, maybe a hooker.
And I slowly reassure her.
That I am no amateur.

A simple life in the meadows...

A nimble knife slim and narrow...

A pain so sharp it's in falsetto...

A simple life in the meadows...

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