Thirty candles on the birthday cake

She tries to blow 'em out

Does her best but leaves the one still burning

It's hard to figure out

It's hard to figure out she says

Picking up the knife

When she considers how the one still burning

Best describes her life

She runs her thumb along the knife blade laughing

And cuts the bad part away



Reverend father on the t.v. set bringing her to god

She never met him never held his hand

She thinks it's pretty odd

She thinks it's pretty odd she says, picking up the gun

Blue pistol in the screen light glowing

There's a job needs done

She runs her thumb along the gun sight laughing

And blows the bad part away



They found her hanging in the neighbor's barn

Swinging in the breeze

Long legged with her toes near touching

As pretty as you please

As pretty as you please she says picking up the axe

She's walking out beyond the woodpile claiming

She's gonna bring her back

She runs her thumb along the axe head laughing

And chops the bad part away