I hear the noises, in the dead of night
I creep out of my bed, in spite of the fright
I hear it, the second time this week
But I won't be scared for it is a confrontation I seek
I put on my clothes, and I hear it again
I hear the faint noises, coming from the den
I don't know what I'm doing, I start to convulse
But I can't stop now, I'm acting on pure impulse
I creep down the stairs, I don't make a noise
I reach for the spade, and I stand poised
To attack the first thing that shows it's face
I open the door, and my heart starts to race
What is making these sounds, in the dead of night
Will it be a monster, a beastie, I hope not to die
I raise up the spade, I can hear the moaning
My head is ready, but my hearts not condoning
The actions that I am about to take
And then I pray to God for heaven's sake
And then I see it, it has my mom!
It keeps stabbing her on and on and on
I take the spade right to that fuckers head
I hit it again and again, until I'm sure it's dead
My mom starts screaming, and I don't know why
She hits me and hits me, and then starts to cry
"Mom" I say "Why are you mad, I saved you can't you see."
She says "No faggot, that guy was fucking me!
So she beat me and hit me, until I was dead
And she took MY spade, and hit me in MY head
But before I died I let out a sigh
"But Mom... I saved your life...