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Everyday I live a double life

I met this man who knew my wife

He said that he was a God

He said his name was Todd



And he's such an asshole

I don't think he has a soul

He's so arrogant and cocky

He's built, but he's stocky



If you don't believe me

A story you will see

A story I will show

To prove I'm not crazy



Working as a carpenter

I work a lot of overtime

I came home late

I couldn't wait to wash the grime



I walked in the door

And I heard some cries

My wife was on the floor

Looking up with wide eyes



The amount of blood by her

I knew she was dead

But how?  She had a gash

At the back of her head



On paper lay a note

As I read, I thought, "That's odd."

"Ha-ha. See?  I'm the master.

I told you, I'm a God."



So I thought, "Who is this 'Master'?

Who could he be?

Who is this bastard?"

Then it came to me



The one man who would do it

The man who thought he was a God

My heart is broken I can't glue it

I'll kill that bastard Todd



To make a long story short

I'll tell the full when it rains

Mr. Todd is not a threat

I just finished eating God brains