Life, Love, Death And The Meter Man Testo

He was holding the McCullochWhen he knocked upon her doorYesterday she said she didn?t love him anymoreBut it wasn?t her who answeredIt was some guy he didn?t knowSo he fired up that chainsaw and he laid that sucker lowBut when he saw the clipboard lyingin the severed handHe realized that he just limbed from limbedthe meter manHeard the sirens coming, and he satdown on the stepsShut off his McCulloch and he lit a cigaretteThe verdict, it was guilty and they said"you?re gonna fry"He didn?t see her in the back row,didn?t hear her cryAll that he could see was the terrifiedface of the meter manThe moment that he sent him packing to thepromised landThey led him down the hallway,and the priest said him a prayerHe wasn?t none too happy,but he knew that fair was fairStill he?d like to thank the meter man,for coming to the doorOtherwise his true love would belying scattered on the floorAnd as for her, she never loved again,no not one timeAnd though she broke his heartand led him to this ghastly crimeShe prayed each day they?d betogether on the other sideAnd she cried herself to sleep each night until theday she died