Slaughtered, Gutted and Heartbroken

Slaughtered gutted and heartbroken

With no spirit or no soul

My emotions have been stolen

Love has left me with this hole

Now my heart's a deep dark cavern

Emptiness is all I feel

I'm the pig she tried to fatten

And now all I do is squeal

But things could be worse

Things could be very bad for me

Oh my dear I find myself

A stitch short of a tapestry

Patience on the verge of breaking

I'm kicking cans around the street

Like a bad cold I need shaking

Like a fool I had to cheat

But to me she was an angel

And I went and let her down

The reaction was so fatal

That she kicked me from her cloud

But things could be worse

Things could be very bad for me

Oh my dear I find myself

A stitch short of a tapestry

The light was on there in her window

I saw her shadow moving around

I tried to stand on tip toes

Hoping that she might look down

I wanted so bad to call her

But I had to walk away

Slaughtered, gutted and heartbroken

Another diamond down the drain

But things could be worse

Things could be very bad for me

Oh my dear I find myself

A stitch short of a tapestry

But things could be worse

Things could be very bad for me

Oh my dear I find myself

A stitch short of a tapestry