If I were bigger, I would kick your ass
If I were smarter, I'd devise a plan
To have you killed, make it look like a suicide
To have you killed, make it look like a suicide

I could imagine I were some one else
Perhaps somebody really tuned into themselves
The monk who rings the morning monastery bell
But I'd still wanna jam my fingers in your eyes,
Collect all your tears and bake them in a pie
And I'd send them to your mom
In a little box
Wrapped in ribbon
Nice and neat

Every night the evening sun will set
Looking out my window with my fist against my head
I think of all the the things
I wish I would've did

Like think of a way to keep this band alive
Like give my poor mom a real and good goodbye
And have you killed, make it look like a suicide
And have you killed, make it look like a suicide

Oh my, my, my