| When Walter went crazy, she was sitting on the couch
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| Painting her toenails and drinking a Tab
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| He walked out of the bedroom with a cigarette in his mouth
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| And he poured gasoline in a circle all around the house
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| When Walter went crazy, he had rattlesnake in his eyes
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| Blended whisky in his veins and murder in his heart
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| She watched him walk out the door and knew that he was gone
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| Matlock on the TV and her mama on the phone
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| When Walter went crazy, they say that he just snapped
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| It had gone on for so long, and she wasn’t coming back
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| She hadn’t been off the couch in at least a dozen years
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| Deafened by the silence and the grinding of the gears
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| Their friend could see it coming like yellow piss on snow
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| Like a house fire in the distance, like a car crash in slow-mo
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| Their friends could see it coming, but what could someone do
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| When it’s speeding down the runway and the brake line’s cut in two
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| When Walter went crazy and the house went up in flames
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| You could see his hands shaking from the bourbon and the shame
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| He never planned the ending, he just rolled the credit names
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| When the lights came up we all went home, but never quite the same |