The Jonbenit - Eleventh Century Folklore lyrics

Arched back and a couple of slit wrists How often can you tell me that I can't love you Just maybe I can Just maybe I can Somehow I'll break those arms And someday I'll break those arms Watching Jesus Christ Emerge in the form of a firearm I sit back and relax I sit back and relax My wife of forty years I raped her He began that day like any other Holding hands with savory little beauties Let them know that you love them And tell them all you want is to be cared for That's all you want Is to be cared for That's all you want Is to be cared for Is to be cared for Her eyes were calm And her hands were cold