Last night I see you you were howling at the moonnIf I ever see you again it will be too soonnThe house that you live in will burn down to the groundnAnd you will be humiliated every time you go to townnnDeath to the infidelnDeath to the infidelnnThink this is fiction but I know it's factnThe evil you hand out is evil you get backnSo you won't mind if I put you on a racknIf you deal in bullshit you are bound to own a sacknnDeath to the infidelnDeath to the infidelnnA life of pain in your own little hellnIt's your own aggression and nobody elsenYou will never have children you've got a sterile mindnYour wife will be murdered in a senseless domestic crimennDeath to the infidelnDeath to the infideln