Fresh laid gavel
in the yard
your husbands burried
not to far

bed of roses you put down
covers the stench
coming from the ground

he struck you one to many times
you're lucky to even be alive
you warned him once
don't raise your hand
or I will bury you on our land

you will now live you will survive
you will grow and start to thrive

he won't hurt no one again
you can once again have your friends

fire the gardener before he comes back
or he will dig and find the sack

plenty of lye that you have used
tell the cops you been abused

if i'm ever at your home
please oh god don't leave me alone


because if i see a fresh bed of flowers
I'm out the door with all my power
I wish you luck, you're not for me
I'll stay above ground as you can see