In a deep dark corner in the cold of my skull Where anger and pain and heartache dwell I see your big wide eyes burning in Hell But I wouldn't be the kind of man to send her I'd have to be the kind of man to mend her But I don't really want to mend anyone at all I'd rather throw the who*e up against the wall But I'd be too strong and I'd be too tall I'd take a sword and run it right through her But I don't think that would even do her I wonder whose ghost lives in this place Torturing and taunting and haunting me Making me say things that I don't mean She never even gave me cause to hurt her Then why is it I feel like a murder? Summer of lust, summer so blue Not much to offer, nothing much to do I need a new place to live and a new pair of shoes Said she's coming over like a flirter But underneath I feel like a murder She said that I was s**ually over the hill But that ain't no reason for me to want to k** But someone's gotta pay and somebody will But it won't be me who does the collecting I was only just reflecting