On a Spree

Claude Murray stayed up for three days
He was in love, he didn’t know what to do
He was going raving fucking mad
Even his wife knew something was wrong
They parked outside the girl’s house
Until the one legged kid finally left the house
They followed him along the logging roads and
In the darkness the kid’s truck broke
Claude’s wife jealous and crazed also up for
Three days shot the kid in the face
See, all along she thought
He was in love with the kid
She started singing
She started singing with glee
His wife had the strong back
She dug the hole
Under the Trees
She dug the hole
Claude’s patience came undone when
She was only half done
He shot her in the back of the head
And the Trees started laughing
‘cause they knew
Claude hadn’t shoveled since ’82
He was coughing and sweating
And sweating and coughing
He thought he was dying
And the Trees sang with glee