The Tear of the Wench
You keep telling me how good my life was with you then why is it Baby I got nothing left to lose?
It must have been my fault for the freedom to choose
Just tell me if I can anesthetize myself with booze?
You keep telling me how much you did for me
But I gave up everything I owned like a fool willingly
Forgive me my Lord if I take a knee
I would been treated better with a burial at sea!
It's the year of the wench if you can't see
Every man is a target rich source of alimony
Baby just forget the idea of living happily
Some how I got confused and lost my decree,
You were always better than me at push and shove
I was lied to when they said women were the dove
Need to find me an angel who fits me like a glove!
Women no longer a friend of you and me
How about a paid burial at sea
It seems self destruction is the key,
The world is held in an evil grasp it seems
Not just heart stopping fats and creams
She deals out abuse worse than any horrible dream
Aint no room gentleman for romantic moon beams!
Better to take your chances with spicy Tex Mex
Maybe latch onto a babe as vicious as a T-Rex
And you wonder why your life ended up on the wrong trek?
Another negative review from the opinion polls
Seems It's now time to pay the troll
You might as well have been shot from the grassy knoll!
I think that I'm depressed totally blue
Thanks to dealing with people just like you
While you're digging the grave of just a few
Yes, I'm sure you can castrate the men on cue!