I come home, and she's there waiting So sweet and tender honest kind Dim lighting, candles burning That bitch must have something to hide She's a bit too nice this evening Suspicion makes me a bit vile I'll skin her before morning And find out what's behind that smile It's nothing - It must be all in my head I think the devil is hiding behind her smile Darkness disguised as the morning light What's there behind the closed door? Imaginations spinning hard She's hiding something hardcore No choice, I'll rip that bitch apart Blood drips down from the ceiling She's spread around like modern art How can I hear her calling? "Come down dear, dinner's gonna start" It's something - It can't be all in my head