The bugger in the short sleeves fucked my wife   Did it quick and split   Back home, fresh as a daisy to Maisy, oh Maisy      And the twelve-bore it stood in the corner   Quite operatic in its self disgust   It blew him all over the living room floor   Like parrot shit, parrot spit, parrot shit was shot      Now suppose it was someone familiar   Someone we all would know   Embarrassing denouement, ne c'est pas?   Familiar hyperbole      And there would go the secret plot   The piss had missed the hole in the pot   Like that ancient teenage dream   From soul to poison, soul to poison, soul      Guts, guts, got no guts   And stitches don't help at all   Guts, guts, got no guts      Holes in the body, holes in the legs   Holes in the forehead, holes in the head   Holes in the body, holes in the legs   There should never be holes at all   There should never be holes at all      So kill all you want or more   Make sure, do it right   Dead is dead and door nails forget      And then you'll notice   How the waster and the wasted   Get to look like one another      In the end, in the end   In the end, in the end   In the end, in the end   In the end, in the end