There's blood on the mirror
Clothes on the floor
And an odour is creeping
Out under the door
Your neighbour's complain'
So you leave out the back
Your place is a mess
But you like it like that
Picked up another lover
That you met at the bar
Now he's in your apartment
And he's not going far
And he isn't gonna like this
When it's time to begin
Your place is a mess
But he'll fit right in
He'll fit right in
Your collection's grown and nobody will know
He'll fit right in
Laid to rest when nobody will go
A victim of the need to have control
If it all goes wrong you'll run to Mexico
His Mama and his Papa
Raised him right as a kid
Didn't preach and didn't beat him
Wasn't something they did
Is Death absolution?
For what he did was a Sin
Now he's six feet below
Fitting right in
He'll fit right in
Your collection's gone and everybody knows
He'll fit right in
Laid to rest where everybody goes
The darkness and the earth are in control
Now you're further South than Mexico
He'll fit right in
Your collection's gone and everybody knows
He'll fit right in
Laid to rest where everybody goes
He'll fit right in
Jeffery D, your story has been told
The darkness and the earth are in control
Now you're further South than Mexico