baby, we've all been used (again)

she can't stand a single thing
the tommy does and tommy sings
she can't keep her tongue no more

so she strolls out to the back
and holds onto the heavy axe
carries it on through the kitchen door

there he sits with beer in hand
and nothing on his wicked brain
cept how to increase her sorrow

and she abides him with a smile
and with a touch of borden style
skulls him like there's no tomorrow

baby we've all been used
baby we've all been used
it's a shot one in ten
lucky to find the right people

trial was a travesty
but that's the law now, basically
she's free to go back to the hollow

where freedom is a tender thing
and axes are fashioned to swing
up into the chins of such fellows