He was holding the McCulloch  When he knocked upon her door  Yesterday she said she didn't love him anymore  But it wasn't her who answered  It was some guy he didn't know  So he fired up that chainsaw   And he laid that sucker low  But when he saw the clipboard lying  In the severed hand  He realized that he just limbed from limbed  The meter man  Heard the sirens coming, and he sat  Down on the steps  Shut off his McCulloch and he lit a cigarette  The verdict, it was guilty and they said  "you're gonna fry"  He didn't see her in the back row,  Didn't hear her cry  All that he could see was the terrified  Face of the meter man  The moment that he sent him packing to the  Promised land  They led him down the hallway,  And the priest said him a prayer  He wasn't none too happy,  But he knew that fair was fair  Still he'd like to thank the meter man,  For coming to the door  Otherwise his true love would be  Lying scattered on the floor  And as for her, she never loved again,  No not one time  And though she broke his heart  And led him to this ghastly crime  She prayed each day they'd be  Together on the other side  And she cried herself to sleep each night until the  Day she died