Lyrics:

** You wouldn't like Earth anyway,**
** There's way too much murder...**

First I plan my escape,
Nothin' on tape to leave the scene without a trace
I'm lookin' her dead in the face,
But she don't see me, I'm a Lotus,
I head straight to her bedroom window for better focus,
Hokus Pokus,
I see the door's unlocked, I let myself in,
Head for her room with plans of murder, and mayhem,
There she go, there that bitch lay
Livin' on this Earth to my dismay
(Time to pay)
Palms are sweaty, I'm 'bout to vomit,
I grab the knife outta my belt
And jab it in her stomach,
Again and again
And now she's screamin like I care
But I could give a fuck less,
Before she dies I grab her by her blood soaked hair,
And tell her shit's gonna be all right on my end,
I'm glad it happened this way,
Back in my daughters life again,
Ain't it a shame,
That it came to this?
Life goes on except for one less bitch,
Ain't it a trip...?

Murder, murder, murder, murder,
You never heard of redrum in reverse,
Bodies in the hearse,
Now your life's gone 'cause we wanted you to die,
Time to kiss your ass goodbye,
Don't ask why
(x2)

It was Tuesday, December 24th '97,
Time on the clock, one eleven,
Thinkin' 'bout sendin somebody to Heaven,
On the crossroads,
The fate of a soul lies in my hands, I suppose.
Now I'm wearin dark clothes,
Parked on the side street,
Peepin out the scenery
Make sure nobody's seein me,
As I move, to the trunk of the stolen car,
Up to the back door, with the crowbar,
So far the plan's fool-proof,
Called from the phone booth
Got the message machine,
Nobody's on the scene
Kicked in the back door, one thirty four,
Lookin' for the family dog Thor,
Kicked him in the jaw with the work boots,
Knocked a couple teeth loose,
Smacked him the mouth with my empty duece-duece,
Then I smile,
Break his neck and watch him piss on kitchen tile,
Never liked him since the day he tried to play me wild,
Tried to bite me,
Stabbed a steak knife in his head,
So much for that man's best friend,
Now I'm all up in the place and in the bedroom, masturbatin
Cummin on the sheets and pillow cases,
Fuck that bitch,
She's just a cunt, and her mother's nothin' but a slut,
Can't wait to seal her mouth shut,
Two thirty, she returns home from work,
Nice blouse, tight shirt, business atire,
For this hooker for hire,
Threw the keys on the table, said 'Baby are you home?'
Didn't expect to see bones, we're alone
Now she's reachin' for the telephone, to call the police,
Strangle with the cord, now deceased,
In the process of suffication,
Finger fucked her for demonstration
Let her know I know her many faces
Now she's dead in the closet, hangin' out with all the women clothes,
In the struggle suffered a bloody nose, but I'm straight tho
As I move to the bathroom to wash my hands,
It's all part of the plan,
Don't think you understand.
See...

Murder, murder, murder, murder,
You never heard of redrum in reverse, bodies in the hearse,
Now your life's gone 'cause we wanted you to die,
Time to kiss your ass goodbye,
Don't ask why...