Bread Casket - BKTM Lyrics

Barney killed the mailman
Ham was a mailman
Up in the morning to service his route
Stuffs mailboxes with magazines and letters
But his government job isn't what he cared about
The unofficial perks, you know he liked better
Uniform minimal, six inch inseam
Suburban windows, ladies always looking
They try to get him close with their apple pie steam
But one man's wife, he always knew what's cooking
Barney labored hard, working on the rail
So, Ham delivered his package like priority mail
Barney was a rail man
Working five to nine to put food upon the table
Breaking his back, slinging ties and steel
Providing for his family, the only was he was able
Veteran of war, he knew this work was real
Injured on the job, sent home early
Hot tempered, scaly man, his paycheck is vital
Knowing only his wife could quell his fury
Mail truck out front, engine was idle
He put his ear against the eagle and heard the affair
He could only hope that she wasn't in there
Barney was a scorned man
Took him for skin and bones
Stripped from his family home
Flesh to burn and liquify
Darling let me simplify
A man named Ham, he liked to talk
Bound by his present thought
Undiscovered, taste of brine
Given to waste away in time
Presented, plated, and pristine
Served a meal fit for his queen
Her former lover, ground and lean
Purple blood soaked hands
Given time to understand
Crimes committed, days pass by
Locked away to rot inside
A plan of escape recessed in his mind
Find a way to spend his time
Drenched in hallucinatory dreams
Monumenting prior schemes
Barney killed the mailman
Barney
Killed the mailman