| She’s got a tale to tell, well, the detonation
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| Put a shotgun there in her lap was her patience
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| Gone? |
| Yeah, you’d better believe it
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| She’d been holed up here for a decade or two
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| But made a goddamn choice — End it all, end it now so you’d
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| Better quit your complaining
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| Through the front door in the kitchen
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| Heard the door slam, wondered what she’s missing
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| Takes a breath, welcomes death, holds back a cough
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| Well she’d been dealing with this motherfucking man in her home
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| Who shouldn’t live to see what the ending is like, oh no
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| She’s not letting him get there
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| If he was man enough for a minute or two
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| He might’ve seen this coming from a mile away, don’t you
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| Think she’s got a good reason?
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| Through the front door in the kitchen
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| Heard the door slam, wondered what he’s missing
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| Then she turned tail, and took the first door
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| She made a statement: «You're getting what you asked for»
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| Cut him up, cut him up with a hacksaw
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| In his blood, in his blood’s where she’ll end up
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| Ashes and dust — like the whole population
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| Of planet earth, yeah you bet — that’s where they’ll join up
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| «But for the first time in 20 years I’m
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| Happy to be in my house, so I might light
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| A cigarette,» tells herself, holds back a cough
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| As the bomb tears her ass off
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| First thing he saw was the glitter of the saw in her hand —
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| He didn’t get it at first cause he didn’t quite understand
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| Why she even would bother
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| Tries to lock up the door, but he can’t —
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| She kicked it in didn’t matter if he latched it
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| Didn’t speak up, didn’t get to, because his head blew apart
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| She cut him up, cut him up with a hacksaw
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| And in his blood, in his blood’s where she ends up
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| Ashes and dust like the whole population
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| Of planet earth — yeah you bet that’s where they’ll join up
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| But as the world ends, it’s hard to pretend
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| She got her way, and it’s a satisfying end
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| Closes her eyes, takes a drag, has a last thought
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| As she climbs off the carpet
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| Ears still ringing from the detonation
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| And a shotgun sitting to the side of a cut up dude
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| It’s not so fucking depressing |