Twas a bright sunny morn
From the first crack of dawn
And the grass it was greener than green
Up gets yer man
With a fag in his hand
That he lit fore he finished his sleep
He stumbled around
For the whisky he found
Well, he stole as he was leavin the scene
There on the floor
All blood and gore
Lay a woman dead at his feet
Fuck me! said the man
Do I need a plan
I must have killed the wummin in ma sleep
A gun at her side
And her eyes open wide
Such a terrible sight to see
There's blood on the doors
The walls and the floor
And a big big hole in her head
Says the gun at her side
It sure looks like mine
Or that lighter she pulled out on me
She was havin a laugh
With a gun at ma arse
That lit cigarettes, so funny
They both looked the same
Maybe I'm no to blame
So he sat down and called the police
In a matter of time
Everything was fine
Much to the poor guys relief
When forensics told
The seargent there
That she shot herself in the head
It seems that she had lit a fag
In the radically mistaken belief
That a flame would come out the other side
But a bullet ripped through her teeth
It was a bright sunny morn
From the first crack of dawn
And the grass it was greener than green
Tae bed said the man
With a fag in his hand
That he smoked while he lay there asleep
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