Goodnight Socialite - The Brobecks

In the darkest corner of the house

I found her body there

Cold and stiff

Spine in a twist

She left a note

It read like so

My Dearest one

Here’s what you’ve done

I’ve got your knife inside my back

I’ve got your rope around my neck

I feel the poison in my veins

Corrode and eat away my brain

I’ve told you fifteen dozen times

And that’s one hundred-eighty times

If I can’t have you

Then no one can

She was an honest girl (never told a lie)

Raised with the finest things (far too rich to die)

A silver spoon

Gold diamond rings

And her sainted mother

The benefactor

Of the inheritance that I was after

She’s got a feeling that I’ll get even

And if I can’t have you

Then no one can!

Whoah, Oh, Oh!

I’ve got your knife inside my back

I’ve got your rope around my neck

I feel the poison in my veins

Corrode and eat away my brain

I’ve told you fifteen dozen times

And thats one hundred-eighty times

If I can’t have you

Then no one can