Broodmare - Hefner

Those prying eyes are vultures eyes, your face I should be hiding

At last I am confiding in you

Your deeds are full of worthiness but end in abstract emptiness you’re going to

die a witch’s death it’s true

And if one of us should chance to die, the other only has to mourn

Grief could be the one true feeling death it seems the only answer

Disapointed tired sweetheart you won’t be the one to depart

Killing you’s the only thing to do

Jesus knows that I’ll be saved, I want the water in which you bathed

The love I felt is just no there, I confess I used you as a Broodmare

Every one hates newly weds and everybody goes to bed with someone no less

pretty then themselves

Burying the venom in a caskett six feet under when you wake up from your

slumber watch your back

You could cut the air with a knife in here or cut your throat from ear to ear

For the glory of our new born child please don’t weep and please don’t cry

There’s still a trace of lust for you but I no longer trust in you

I’ll miss you when your buried in that box

Won’t let anybody burn my wicker girl