Three Blue Teardrops

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Maybe it was the way she looked down at me all the time...or...
Maybe it was the way she cooked, she couldn't cook to save her own life...or
Maybe it was the way she talked "yak yak yak" that drove me out of my mind...or
I guess it could be the way she treated me, bad you could say so I had to make her pay

Whisky flow down my throat
Butcher's knife tucked in my coat
When the beast inside claws to be free, it's time to go on a spree...and kill
Because I'm kill crazy, thrill crazy, fun crazy, gun CRAZY!

Maybe it was the way I took my knife and carved steady and slow...or
Maybe it was the way I broke her arms, her legs, her fingers and her toes...or
Maybe it was the way I shot "bang bang bang" my pistol into her head...or
I guess it could be all the pain & misery I inflicted on her because now she is dead

Blood stains all over the bed
Corpse buried under the shed
& the guilt gnaws away at my brain, it's drivin' poor me insane
Because I'm kill crazy, thill crazy, fun crazy, gun CRAZY!

Maybe it was the way her boss missed her at work that next day...or
Maybe it was the way the cops called to question me and suspected foul play...or
Maybe it was the way I ran for freedom that gave me away
But I think it was those damn dogs diggin' in my shed revealing evidence that betrayed my innocence

Well I tried the fugitive's tricks
But now I'm with Satan in Hell
But I'd rather be buried by six, than have been judged by 12
Because I'm kill crazy, thrill crazy, fun crazy, gun crazy!!!!