Silence

Silence, quite now
nothing but a humming fan
and the chewing sounds
clocks hit three
and it's only the devil and me
eating my wife the mother of three
why did we kill her
it beats me
but she tastes good, better than Kentucky
he talks starting a business
the Diablo Fried Wives
serving in hell
tastes nice
he passes a note with a name on it
and by god it could be your wife