Before I learned of killing’s due
                              I used to dream of killing you
                              Late at night I’d study blues
                              Wade the trial and think of you

                              To stand the lie and say good- bye
                              In what it means to you to try
                              But I have finally learned to fly
                              And so to say it’s in you die

                              And so I buy and learn to cry
                              It’s you I see in times gone by
                              Because I know it’s you to try
                              ******* killing you did high

                              And if I die before I file
                              I’ll know it did for me to wile
                              Because I can I want to dial
                              But now is but to say of vial

                              Sometimes when I think of how
                              I dream I’m like the sacred cow
                              The plague of life’s intrinsic row
                              The dream it brings to me of foul