early one morning, this kid was whinin'...i was layin' in bed
i got tired of hearin' him bawl, went out and smacked his head
told him to get his act together...told him life was tough
his eyes were red and his face was a mess...i told him that was quite enough
i left him standin' on the side of the road, tears fallin' on his shoes
he told me that i was toast...lord, i never knew what he'd do
mangled up in stew

he was puzzled when we first met...i gypped him of course
i sold him pubes and he got distressed, cause i used a little too much force
he planned revenge as fast as he could...he hated me, i guess
said i did not treat him right...he was quite the hornet's nest
he turned around to look at me, as i was walkin' away
i heard him say, over my shoulder, i'll taste your tears someday
and i'll leave you blue...mangled up in stew

i did not think that he really would but you know you never can tell
cause he never did like me all that much, and he lived to give me hell
i should not have treated him so mean cause i only made him annoyed
cookin' up a plan to get my goat...i became quite paranoid
watchin' my back when i was alone, for fear he was behind
i've bullied lots of children, but this one surely blew my mind
what would he do ?...mangled up in stew

he was nothing but a poker face, but my thoughts were filled with fear
i just kept lookin' for this kid everyplace until his plans were clear
and later on, he had it figured out how to bring about my pain and shame
he wasn't gonna play it fair and square...that kid was gonna wreck my name
he muttered something underneath his breath, 'bout lickin' the tears from my face
i must admit i felt a little uneasy as he stalked me in the places i went to
mangled up in stew

he put some chili on the stove when the time got ripe
i thought i'd make you lunch he said...he looked like the deadly type
then he offered me a bowl of red and handed it to me
it contained some italian sausage, or so it looked to me
and it really tasted good, its true..so i had another bowl
not bad for a kid his age...i was sorry i'd been cold, and said thank you
mangled up in stew

then i noticed that the chili meat had some knuckles and some hair
that's when i began to feel the fright...there's a fingernail in there
and then the nausea came in waves and i realized my parents died
my head felt light and i moaned and groaned..i felt sick inside
i tipped the bowl and mom's finger fell out...my face was pale and drawn
i didn't know what i was gonna do, cause my parents both were gone
and their lives were through...mangled up in stew

and now i can't eat meat again..it doesn't taste quite right, somehow
lost the parents i used to know and i am orphaned now
every day, i can't help wishin' they were a part of my life
wish i had never gotten started causin' that little evil kid strife
i'll always have this heavy load...guess i didn't see his point
guess i have myself to blame, when his nose got out of joint
and this i rue...mangled up in stew