Mr Jones.

Mr. Jones opened the door,
he saw his mother just dead
and wiped the blood off his vest.

He put his mother in the closet,
added more wood to the fire,
a harsh winter was coming.

He called his wife and told her,
"Mom's dead in the closet";
"Of course, I killed her.

She set the table wrong,
I buried an axe in her head
and the blood stained the upholstery."

And Mr. Jones worked while his wife was killing,
and the kids ran around outside.
They ate the little birds,
the dogs and the kittens
and that shit that wandered around.

And the cops showed up with two grams and a tram,
to sweeten up all the JOKERS!
I don’t know why the sergeant took me to the station,
we're just a normal family,
we're just a normal family,
we're just a normal family.