To savor the music one last time
To be ordinary once again
How much would you pay?
How much would you give?

If even you could be alone
The kind of alone that is the Alone alone
To look at the telephone
And wonder when someone’s going to call
Would you be willing to go back
And take back
And be back?
And hook and shred
And dangling head
And all those other glories?

Step one comes easy
When you have knelt down and obeyed all your life
So when it comes to taking the hits, you’ve had your share
So you take some more
What the hell?
A few more knicks and bruises
And then bliss for maybe a week
And who doesn’t want bliss?

Would you be willing to go back even with that
Even if it were ten times worse?

But step one, and when the punching begins
And when the screaming ensues
And we’re all sure you’ll leave him some day
But some day doesn’t come soon enough for you,
Princess
No, not for you, my dear

And if I told you I love you
And if you even believed me for a sec
Would it make any difference
In your life?
So step one and all that jazz
Does anyone know how this will end?
This is the end
The one last time
The one time when some day is too late
And why do you take these hits
It’s not like the flowers make up for the pain
I got it
Dearie, you’re crazy
Ever since you’ve graduated
And put his boots under the bed when he came home at night
So when are you going to start to live, sweet-stuff?
So when are you leaving?

Framing the chaos, and another slap across the face
You can’t see straight
But he’s the one who’s drunk himself blind
Your poor sober mind takes it all
And when you’re all done crying
And his hands hurt finally from the hitting
And you see your opportunity
Just break his glass bottle and slit his throat
But for some reason you still see your love for him
Something he’s forgotten a long time ago

So you take the bull
You take it up the ass and stir it around
You put it on the skillet and sprinkle it with salt and pepper
And when you think about it, it no longer seems so bad
But each slap stings just as much as the last
But his hand’s tired
Too bad his feet are awake
And live with energy
So you take your kicks
Your poor shirt torn and shredded
And blood covers more of your body than not
And your pretty face, all cracked and marred now
So how does it go?
Revenge is a dish best served cold?
But you’re not much of a cook
At least, that’s what he says
What a poor coward of a man
But what a weak woman to take it so far
While you’re frustrated, he’s having all the fun

And Route 66 comes to town
Those kicks, Oh, God
What a brutality!

And maybe I’ve just seen too many horror flicks
But doesn’t step three begin with a knife?
So he draws his sword
And somehow it’s all sane to him
And like the bottle you should have slit his throat with
So many times
He grabs you
And you’re hard-pressed to move
You big dumb rocket
Now that was stupid
You let him light the match
And now you’re on a one way trip flying Psycho Express

Step four and a little fondling afterward
Because, you see, he never married you for your brains
You were the T&A that tickled his fury captain
Don’t you feel special!
And now that pretty little face of yours
But hell, it isn’t too pretty anymore
And what good are you to him
If you aren’t good looking?
So, I guess he thinks he’s doing you a favor
Well, toots, sorry to disappoint
But you’re not the first
He’s experienced at this
And baby-cakes and honey-dumpling
You won’t be the last
Damn, you should have seized the opportunity when you had it
And Babes, all those kicks you try to land
Don’t amount to a pile of crap in this little world you’ve woven
I guess he was kind of like the spider
That unwound your twine
And then strung you in a web made of it
Kind of unwinds your nerve, too, doesn’t it?
You’ve walked around his good intentions for too long
And it pains me to say, toots, that there are none

Oh, and now I guess this is step five
Sorry, I was so engrossed in the action
Oh, ayuh. I’ve seen this one before
Out comes ol’ Pa with the handcuffs
Some kind of little delusional sexual fantasy of his
You’ve done it for him so many times before
It’s lost all of its magic
But not for him
And just as you think he’s going to pull out the
Captain
And stoke your boat
Bam Biff Blasto!
There’s a few for you in the chest
An arm is suspended above your head
__ (damn bedpost)
Kerpow!
One for the face, man is it red!
And sir, when all the fighting’s done
Doesn’t your fist hurt?
Oh, come on, you know you want to
Just rip out some hair
Gee, won’t that be fun?
Can’t you see it now?
The headlines tomorrow?
Superslut Loses Looks, Life
Husband reported emotional
We all come out even, right?
You’re psychotic my friend
My psychotic little friend
Quit screwing with good
Citizen or not
I don’t give
You are what I exterminate
You, like all the other lice I see
No place to hide, no place to go
And everyone will soon know
What I know

Sorry, Sweetkins
I can’t be there to help you this time
You’re just going to have to take the blows
And repent when out comes Mr. Crowbar
Oh, God! I’ve never seen a neck snap like that before
Mr. Man! How are you going to clean up all the blood?
Oh, very good, Mr. Man. Very good indeed!
Torch the bastard to the ground!
Yeah! Now you’re thinking.
And just light the match
Bam! Right?
I mean, Ka-Pow!
Can’t you see it now?
Oh. Oops!
Hey, that’s pretty cute!
You slip on the blood
Well, you just go boy
You just go
Too bad you’ve got a bad back
Too bad tomorrow never comes
I guess burning flesh smells pretty bad
But tell me, dear sir
What does your own burning flesh smell like?