I come home, and she's there waiting
So sweet and tender honest kind
Dim lighting, candles burning
That b***h must have
something to hide
She's a bit too nice this evening
Suspicion makes me a bit vile
I'll skin her before morning
find out what's behind that smile
It's nothing - It must be all in my head
I think the devil is hiding behind her
Darkness disguised as the morning light
What's there behind the closed door?
Imaginations spinning hard
No choice, I'll rip that b***h apart
Blood drips down from the ceiling
She's spread around like modern
How can I hear her calling?
"Come down dear, dinner's gonna start"
It's something - It can't be all in my head