Goodnight, Socialite

In the darkest corner of the house I found her body there Cold and still 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