[Intro: Anthony Perkins, Janet Leigh & Sewerperson]
Understand, I don't hate her
I hate what she's become
(sorrow bringer)
I hate the illness
Wouldn't it be better if you put her
Someplace?
You mean an institution?
What if I made you a promise to always be faithful and always be honest?
Would you have matched me, and would you have meant it?
I know when you lyin', girl, don't even try it
I take agreement from out of that silence
I hope that you know just how serious I'm 'bout it
If I should die here, I'm hauntin' the grounds
And if I should die hеre, I'm taking you off it

[Chorus: Sewerperson]
Oh, you piece of shit
What if I wеnt out to work and the shaft had collapsed, and I never came back?
Huh, what if I came home at 12, for you thought I would be
And you sittin' on his lap
Huh, maybe I lift up my axe and I clock in at home, just try picturin' that
Huh, I'm gettin' under his bark, and I'm countin' the rings, and I'm eatin' the fat, fuck

[Verse 1: Sewerperson]
Wait, hold up, I'm steppin' it back, now I'm playin' it back
Wait, I'm taking it back, nah, fuck it
I'm tryna see how he work, I'ma take him apart and try puttin' him back
I'm wonderin', how could you fuck up this home?
We were lively and warm, now you dead in a sack
Fuck it, I'm buryin' you by the bridge so you bounce off the boats filled up with rats
[Chorus: Sewerperson]
Oh, you piece of shit
What if I went out to work and the shaft had collapsed, and I never came back?
Huh, what if I came home at 12, for you thought I would be
And you sittin' on his lap
Huh, maybe I lift up my axe and I clock in at home, just try picturin' that
Huh, I'm gettin' under his bark, and I'm countin' the rings, and I'm eatin' the fat, fuck
Oh, you're a piece of shit

[Verse 2: Sewerperson]
I've grown tired
My hands rest, wired, tied up
I've nothing to regret, I love it so much
Four walls holding my soul
I almost threw up this moment
My rage keeps growing so much

[Chorus: Sewerperson]
What if I went out to work and the shaft had collapsed, and I never came back?
(Growin' so much)
Huh, what if I came home at 12, for you thought I would be
And you sittin' on his lap
(Growin' so much)
Huh, maybe I lift up my axe and I clock in at home, just try picturin' that (Growin' so much)
I'm gettin' under his bark, and I'm countin' the rings, and I'm eatin' the fat, fuck