A lonely shadow filled the frame of a 6th floor window

A tenament resemblin' a 5th ward shit hole

A tortured soul type of agoraphobe

Who sported robes and made sure his door was closed

Ever since his brief intro to this freak nympho

He had his first time with her in a lime green pinto

He kept the cheap bimbo

But he was unaware that any cat who come prepared

got up in her underwear

He was an unsure kid, somewhat scared in the first place

Before his 20th birthday, he married his first lay

A careless, young airhead, who shared sex in her bed spread

Anywhere she found a spare bed

Who would dare wed such a slut?

Savage and sultry

To the last days of their marriage, she practiced adultry

When she finally bounced on the boy, he drank by the gallon and quarts

and shouted at the lord til he went out of his core

Instead of crazy, he had thoughts of going Kevin Spacey in Se7en, maybe

He wanted to behead his lady

and any shady kid who laid his mitts on his baby's tits

His faith was stripped like an atheist

Maybe its that God lies, he was tortured by the thought of

How many odd guys probably knew his wife's bra size

His thought process was counter-clockwise

Envisionin' guns and bloody butcher shop knives



[sample from movie:]

[Man #1:] What the fuck are you doing??

[Woman:] What the fuck does it look like I'm doing?

[Man #2:] Can you close the door?

[Man #1:] Will I close the door? Will I close the door?! That's my wife, you



ASSHOLE!



[gun shot]



[Ambulance & EMT arrive]



The super opened the tenant's door and found a corpse instead

The rookie cop was like "Are you sure he's dead?"

Then the coroner said, "You mean aside from how his forhead's spread?

The empty quarter-keg and the skipping record by Portis Head?

I would say it's a safe bet that he took a 38's best taste test and ate lead

He's more or less dead

Tag him and bag him, then ziplock the smokin' magnum

Round up the neighbors from the ground up and ask them

'Who, what, where, when and why?'

Anything that would make such a friendly guy wanna end his life

It's all probably, to be revealed in the autopsy"

The semi-warm body rolled through the first floor lobby

Growing cold and lifeless, journey on the gourney to the meat wagon

Packed in with the medical devices

Firmly wrapped tight in a sheet of white

While the preacher type prays for heaven's blessing beggin' "Jesus Christ"

The DT was like, "See his right hand? it's a wedding band

has anybody seen his wife?"

"Well, sir, I heard she was the cheating type who would sleep with any man

according to the neighbors if I'm readin' right"

"Son, let me help you see the light, and put two and two together

She got sick of the kid, and ran off with who ever

The guy couldn't take it, he blew open his cake hole

A modern day face lift, suicide, case closed"