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This guy doused his wife in gasoline |
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Then he went and he set the bitch on fire |
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You see Crazy Dan was the name of the man |
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He was pretty much a high strung jerk and a liar |
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She didn`t die just right away |
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She smoldered and she cried |
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And Dan the loon was heard to say |
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I considered it a matter of pride |
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Dan was such a stormy man |
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Apparently took all he could stand |
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So after dinner on that mournfull night |
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He tied her to a stake |
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Put to use a fucking god damn shit ass son of a bitch |
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And set ablaze her golden locks thus emersed himself in sin |
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Being as how they lived on a farm miles away from nowhere |
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Dan felt safe in his fiendish deed and figured no one would be aware |
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Now dan was sweatin from the heat of the woman |
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Her flames all bright and glowin |
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Alas the spectacle had a spectator |
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Someone peeked without Dan knowing |
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This peeking person no person at all was the figure of Dan`s own conscience |
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But meanwhile beside his blazing bride Dan laughed and grunted grunts |
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Dan watched her fry with a gleam in his eye what a crackpot daffy loon |
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Course at that time Dan wouldn`t guess he`d be getting his soon |
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For a couple of days Dan`s conscience was there |
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Just hanging around the house |
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Started to infect Dan`s little head |
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With the memory of sizzled spouse |
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Dan was crazy as crazy can be He began to be affected |
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For in his fucked brain and heartless heart Some guilt was left unprotected |
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He`d pase the floor and pull his hair and cry alone at night |
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For now he knew the one thing to do was the one thing that was right |
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They took him away in a paddy wagon now he`s locked up tight |
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So if you`re married to an unbalanced man, best not ask for a light |
