I'll kill you on a Monday
just for the fun
Slash away with my sword
watch your blood runs

Kill you on a Tuesday
make mincemeat of you
Smile and laugh
as I run you through

Kill you on a Wednesday
I'll cut off your head
Put your head upon a pole
celebrate you're dead

I'll kill you on a Thursday
blow you to kingdom come
Laugh at the grieving
of your widow and your grieving son

Kill you on a Friday
your blood I'll spill
On Saturday boast
to your daughter ripped and killed

But on Sunday
to the chapel I will go
Where god he will thank me
for the duty I did show