Entombed Supposed To Rot
Stubborn old, worthless hag Simply had nothing to give I couldn't stand your eternal nag You didn't deserve to live
So I went to the stove and took a pork knife and stabbed it into your head Buried you in the fruit cellar I was glad 'cause I thought you were dead
But the maggots didn't feast on your body You didn't get moldy as I thought And still I can hear that nag in my head You were supposed to rot
Supposed to Rot
Now she haunts me, day and night A haunting I can't forget The deed was a coldblooded homicide a murder I regret
But still she's the same old hag And still my life has turned the same Isn't there anything to set me free from this wicked pain?
You were supposed to rot.
