You broke my heart....

my lover, my best friend.

Tore me apart, there's no way to pretend.

You broke my heart in pieces, darling, do you comprehend?

That is why I killed you in the end.


A drop of cyanide I slipped into your tea.

I laughed like *beep* as you died in front of me.

Then I pished in your best slippers, in your wig and in your bra.

Now your corpse is stinking out my car.


Now the polis are standing in the pub.

Should I run or just give myself up?

I won't go down alone, no, I'll take out half the bar.

With this bomb that's strapped to my guitar.


Ronnie Dreech


They just don't write songs like that anymore.