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