They turned me loose,
From the nervous hospital,
They told me I'm well from it now,
I'm just a mildly retarded man.

I killed my mother...and Jesse Dixon,
Some folks call it a Sling Blade,
I call it a kaiser blade...

Read the bible quite a bit,
Took me four years to read it,
Don't quite understand it all,
Made friends with a boy.

Got a job for Bill Cox,
Live in the boy's garage,
I may be retarded...then I met his father,
Even Retards have the right to dream
It's not easy be Karl

Like them french fried potatoes,
Mustard is good on them biscuts,
I'm not crazy...or am I?...

There's these to fellas,
Standing on a bridge,
Sharpened my kaiser blade,
And put it between Doyle Hargraves eyes.

Back in the nervous hospital,
Listening to a pervert,
Told him to never say anything about the boy,
Thinking about my journey and the things inside of me

It's not easy to be Karl.............