Originally written back in March 2005. I felt like blogging some filler.

I woke up this morning with a bad bad cold
I woke up this morning and boy was I feeling old
I woke up this morning or so I was told

I carried a shotgun to blow off his pale face skin
It took more than his skin, it blew his skull within
Forgive me oh please pa, I didn’t wanna sin

I’d been more than keen to have seen what you’ve seen in him
Obscene he’s not clean, the sheen on his spleen was dim

I should’ve just slapped him, for telling a lie
I should’ve just slapped him, for saying no in reply
I should’ve just slapped him, for it’s a big mess when you die