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Stubborn old, worthless hag

Simply had nothing to give

I couldn't stand your eternal nag

You didn't deserve to live

So I went to the stove and took a pork knife

And stabbed it into your head

Buried you in the fruit cellar

I was glad 'cause I thought you were dead

But the maggots didn't feast on your body

You didn't get moldy as I thought

And still I can hear that nag in my head

You were supposed to rot

Supposed to rot

Now she haunts me, day and night

A haunting I can't forget

The deed was a coldblooded homicide

A murder I regret

But still she's the same old hag

And still my life has turned the same

Isn't there anything to set me free

From this wicked pain?