Mother said with a baleful hiss:
"There'll be slays like this," his mother said
(Mother's head's in his head).
Mother said, "There' be days like this,"
Which is strange, because his mother's dead.

He is talkin' every day
In two voices--that ain't fine.
He met a girl who'd stolen, beaucoup dough,
And that night he lost his mind.

Mother's dead; it's her strange son shed
Her cuvée that's red, then Mother bled
(Mother's dead, Mother bled).
Norm instead could have garroted
With some hemp wrapped 'round her carotid.*

His right eye was wide open,
And through the wall, he seen
Marion disrobing. Wants her,
But Mother intervenes.

He's got to scurry 'cause
Mother said there'll be slays like this.
In a daze he slits, in Mother's threads.

Mom filets and the bathroom's red
Though looks gray, cause Hitch from color fled.

A detective who's named Arbogast seeks
Marion who had run away.
Curiosity killed the 'gast;
With his life he'll pay.

Now he's in slurry, 'cause
Mother shed his blood; he too's dead--
The swamp claims his shivved gore-clotted head
(Clotted head, swamp it fed).
Mother's placed in her hollowed bed
By strange son who's mom, though Mother's dead.


*I believe he actually used strychnine.