I’ll kill you on a Monday
Just for the fun
Slash away with my sword
Watch your blood runs
Kill you on a Tuesday
Make mincemeat of you
Smile and laugh
As I run you through
Kill you on a Wednesday
I’ll cut off your head
Put your head upon a pole
Celebrate you’re dead
I’ll kill you on a Thursday
Blow you to kingdom come
Laugh at the grieving
Of your widow and your son
Kill you on a Friday
Your blood I’ll spill
On Saturday boast
To your daughter you I killed
But on Sunday
To the chapel I will go
Where god he will thank me
For the duty I did show