The Brobecks - Goodnight, Socialite lyrics

In the darkest corner of the house, I found her body there. Cold and still, Spine in a twist. She left a note, It read like so: My Dearest one, Here's what you've done. I've got your knife inside my back, I've got your rope around my neck, I feel the poison in my veins, Corrode and eat away my brain. I've told you fifteen dozen times, And that's one hundred-eighty times, If I can't have you, Then no one can. She was an honest girl (never told a lie), Raised with the finest things (far too rich to die), A silver spoon, Gold diamond rings. And her sainted mother, The benefactor, Of the inheritance that I was after. She's got a feeling that I'll get even, And if I can't have you, Then no one can! Whoah, Oh, Oh! I've got your knife inside my back, I've got your rope around my neck, I feel the poison in my veins, Corrode and eat away my brain. I've told you fifteen dozen times, And thats one hundred-eighty times, If I can't have you, ...Then no one can.