You cut off my right foot, with an axe to the ankle
Cause I have been out stealing, more Novril for the pain
But I will keep on writing, Misery back into life
You hacked off my left thumb, don't hurt me again!

You know I hate you, though I write my book for you
While you mowed that young trooper, cause he found me in here
So I think I will kill you, after I burn "Misery"
So come let me thwack you, with this typewriter!

You stick me with hypos, every night in my bedroom
You stuck me in the basement, when you took off again
Finally I grabbed me some lighter fluid, so I could burn it
You hacked off my left thumb, how I was in pain!