I came and saw you left the light on
There was no one home at all
Couldn’t wait to get your clothes on [bad word] around to call on you

The taste was sweet and you delivered
I didn’t know I would feel so high
Well, I guess we didn’t have to kill her
But don’t feel so bad though

You looked her in the eye
And I watched her cry
And my mouth went dry
Everyone is going to have to die - sometime

My mouth is clean, my hands are dirty
Heaven isn’t on my side
Well, if it was, then she’d have hurt me
Didn’t think this through

But, I didn’t have the time
To perfect my crime
I drank my wine
Everything is going to be just fine

I don’t know, I don’t love, (you’re alone, you’re alone) I don’t know
Anyone like me

I’m not heaven sent
I’m not heaven sent
But I’m broken and bent

My mouth went dry
As I watched her cry
Everyone has to, gets to die
But not on my time - not on this girl’s time [bad word] if it’s my time  [bad word] if it’s my time)
Not on my time(this is all [bad word] up)