Testo Monday Morning

Monday morning, a quarter to eight,
She gives her husband his cornflakes, he mustn't be late,
She vacuums the carpet, makes everything clean,
What would she do without Mr Sheen?

She takes the shotgun from under the stairs,
And stands in the hallway screaming her prayers.
The postman arrives, she says "Hello Ray!"
And smiles politely as she blows him away!

Blood bath! Blood bath!

She's walking the streets, her brain's on fire,
She guns down twenty in Vision Hire.

Blood bath! Blood bath!

Her husband comes home and he gives her a kiss,
She puts the gun in his mouth and says "Suck on this!"

Blood bath! Blood bath!
Blood bath! Blood bath! Blood bath! Blood bath!
Blood bath! Blood bath!
Bath! Bath! Bath! Bath!
Bath! Bath! Bath! Bath!
Aw, suck on this, sucker!