Supposed  To  Rot  -  Entombed

Stubborn  old,  worthless  hag

Simply  had  nothing  to  give

I  couldn't  stand  your  eternal  nag

You  didn't  deserve  to  live

So  I  went  to  the  stove  and  took  a  pork  knife

and  stabbed  it  into  your  head

Buried  you  in  the  fruit  cellar

I  was  glad  'cause  I  thought  you  were  dead

But  the  maggots  didn't  feast  on  your  body

You  didn't  get  moldy  as  I  thought

And  still  I  can  hear  that  nag  in  my  head

You  were  supposed  to  rot

Supposed  to  Rot

Now  she  haunts  me,  day  and  night

A  haunting  I  can't  forget

The  deed  was  a  coldblooded  homicide

a  murder  I  regret

But  still  she's  the  same  old  hag

And  still  my  life  has  turned  the  same

Isn't  there  anything  to  set  me  free  from  this  wicked  pain?

You  were  supposed  to  rot.