The whore hauled ass and took the kids
my life had long been on the skids
a stinking house and suckass job
had turned me to a whiskered slob.

But yet a man still has his pride
if love and lust have up and died
the thought burnt like a clappy piss
da bitch don't get away with this!

Ma was a witch, ol' stories tell
with secret pals in fiery Hell
I kept her cat, her hat and broom
I brought them out into the gloom.

I yells "Ol' devil, hear my plea
that slut has done strolled out on me
a curse far worse than death and farr
bring down on her wher'er she are."

In chilly wind I caught the smell
of kyarn and brimstone coals in Hell
"You turd, you sure do got the nerve
So here for both's what you deserve."

I walked ashamed back to my house
I'd sold my soul to sear my spouse.
I'd let my rage push me too far.
Into my yard there slud a car.

She wept and charged into my arms.
and tried to drown me in her charms.
"I'm such a fool, I could not go
and leave the one that I love so."

Cold wind was booming in the sky
I heard a snicker from on high
"You asked for it and surely got
the dark where your worm dieth not."