I, of wicked deeds, snarling mouth Wandered away. Wandered by I pa**ed your house, had seen a mountain The riches. A metal taste in my mouth for The riches. Asked a question, took the dog To the yard, and where he snarled I dug, pulling out the bites of snakes! And slugs and bugs and slugs and bugs And slugs and blah! I dug, pulling out the broken rake Tar, shingles, knives with duller blades I took the wood Split it into two Made a bed for him Laid it in a line I dug, I rubbed A spark! A flame! A sun born, waiting for the body Turn the embers, glowing And I could feel the eyes that hang Above the fence Between the cracks The knowledge of the d**h, the d**h Uncovered where I buried it But he just kept pulling it out... So I k**ed him