A Swift Kick To The Teeth

Count the minutes, hours seem like days
Pass the time by plotting out your grave
You're in my sights, in all my thoughts
I fantasize about the odor when your body rots

Day and night I follow you, I know your path around the town
Tonight's the night I put your body six feet underneath the ground

Come so close, oh, how we've met
I shook your hand, could smell your breath
I've seen you come, I've seen you go
Final resting place is somewhere no one ever goes