| This guy doused his wife in gasoline
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| Then he went and he set the bitch on fire
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| You see Crazy Dan was the name of the man
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| He was pretty much a high strung jerk and a liar
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| She didn`t die just right away
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| She smoldered and she cried
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| And Dan the loon was heard to say
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| I considered it a matter of pride
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| Dan was such a stormy man
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| Apparently took all he could stand
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| So after dinner on that mournfull night
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| He tied her to a stake
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| Put to use a fucking god damn shit ass son of a bitch
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| And set ablaze her golden locks thus emersed himself in sin
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| Being as how they lived on a farm miles away from nowhere
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| Dan felt safe in his fiendish deed and figured no one would be aware
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| Now dan was sweatin from the heat of the woman
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| Her flames all bright and glowin
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| Alas the spectacle had a spectator
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| Someone peeked without Dan knowing
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| This peeking person no person at all was the figure of Dan`s own conscience
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| But meanwhile beside his blazing bride Dan laughed and grunted grunts
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| Dan watched her fry with a gleam in his eye what a crackpot daffy loon
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| Course at that time Dan wouldn`t guess he`d be getting his soon
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| For a couple of days Dan`s conscience was there
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| Just hanging around the house
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| Started to infect Dan`s little head
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| With the memory of sizzled spouse
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| Dan was crazy as crazy can be He began to be affected
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| For in his fucked brain and heartless heart Some guilt was left unprotected
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| He`d pase the floor and pull his hair and cry alone at night
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| For now he knew the one thing to do was the one thing that was right
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| They took him away in a paddy wagon now he`s locked up tight
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| So if you`re married to an unbalanced man, best not ask for a light |