How´d you expect me to survive? | Without the things we had when she was alive | I need running water and cans of dog food | Just because momma died, I think she´d want them for me too | I can get by $720 a month | The bare necessities and the lot rent | Now I know I must keep up appearances | Wrap her in a shower curtain, crank up air conditioning | A forest of air fresheners all over our bedroom | After 3 weeks the smell´s hard to sleep through | I layer her in my Star Wars blankets | What have I done? | Raking in profits as her only son | I finally bail the lot in Florida and head back to Virginia | I know what I did was wrong but the checks keep rolling in | I left her there for the land man to discover | The millions of bugs, and my mummified mother | Maggots filled her bed and poured to the floor | Thousands had hatched and laid thousands more | After 4 months I was finally tracked down | Not much was left but my bullet they found |
