Mrs. Hayes — текст песни (Alice Donut)

Mrs. Hayes
Takes a fork
And stabs in her husband`s neck

Rips his tounge
From his throat.
and slashes at his fatty jowls.

It`s just a dream
A drunken dream
but it makes her feel better.

30 Years
Of wasted...

Mr. Hayes
Lives alone
With his maid and cook.

Get over here!
Get over here!
Christ! You`re an idiot!


30 Years
Of wasted life

My small comfort when I go.
When I go.
Is he`ll be rotting in a home.
A breathing corpse.
Open casket Mr. Hayes.
When I go.


You...
..Gave...
..Me...
..NOTHING!!!

NO-O-O-O-O-O!!!