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Passionate Crime
It was a crime of passion
Executed in the strangest of fashions
15 knife strikes to the soul
And the man achieved his goal
His wife would no longer be sleeping around
Because now she rests 6 feet below the ground
He sits in shock staring at the wall of his cell
And below him open the gates of hell.
And as the lifeblood flows out
And she screams and shouts
His face is a picture of ecstasy
Because he has finally set her free
A kind of madness bought about by love
When the push has really become the shove
When there is no longer a chance or a choice
He feels he must scream out with a breaking voice
And tears that stream down his face
Because his wife has just left the rat race
And he is stuck in this world with nothing left
But a criminal record and a hideous debt
And as the lifeblood flows out
And she screams and shouts
His face is a picture of ecstasy
Because he has finally set her free
