Both our families afer gathering
We´re cutting a baby out
With my grandmother´s heirloom antler-handledcarving knife
They were under hr grand chandelier
Where we all together have shared holiday dinner
But it was your father that was holding the knife
Yeah, I begged you not to make me tell ya
Yeah, I pleaded with you to leave it alone
I told ya
I told you that you didn´t want to know
What went on in my horrible dream
I was peering in through the picture window
It was a heart-warming tableau
Like a Norman Rockwell painting
Until I zoomed in
I was making noises in my sleep
But you wouldn´t believe me when I told ya
That I wasn´t with someone in my dream
Catfish were wriggling in blood and gore in the kitchen sink
Yeah, I told ya
I told ya
I told you
Now sweetie, promise me
That you won´t sing
This sad song, grim augury