I'm staring out into the garden,
trying to find this thing.
I'm going to the place where something
is gardening for me and not costing me a thing
and the gardening is a different kind of gardening

I see a Gnome
Back to the place where it belongs
and where my garden has been enough for he
Soon he’ll be running from
Yo, its cause he seems to be drunk
He’ll learn to regret acting alcoholically
But his life will soon end and he’s not even old
So I'm killing a gnome.
I’ll soon have a trophy of it in my home.

His screams are getting louder, it seems
the closer I get to him.
I've not always been the kindest guy, a friend true
But it’s blood, will not remain blue
And it’s about to die
First I plan to take out it’s eyes

So I'm killing a Gnome
Sending it to death where it belongs

And my gun should do the job for me
Yes it’s what he’s running from
No; I don’t think this is morally wrong.
Just because most people think Gnomes are fantasy
But his life will soon end and he’s not even old

be careful what you wish for,
'Cause I just might kill you all
I just might kill you all
and then some you don't want.
Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause I might just kill you all
I just might kill you all, yeah

Oh, well I'm passed out
Back in the kitchen all along
and where getting drunk has put delusion into me
I'm not stopping from
That hypocritical killing-reason
I don’t regret being an addict if that’s what you mean
But I’m killing a Gnome and he’s not even old
I’m killing a Gnome and he’s not even old.
So I'm killing a Gnome
Killing a Gnome