At the moment, I'm a man who's on the run.

People think that I murdered my wife and son.

I was found guilty of first degree murder by a jury of my peers.

I was sentenced to death and the date of my execution grew near.

 

I've been in misery and I felt like there was no hope.

I escaped by using shoe polish to color the gun I carved out of soap.

I've tracked down the real killer and his ass is toast.

But I must be losing my mind because I see two ghosts.

 

It's my wife and son, they didn't die at all.

I know what she's up to and I'm appalled.

She and her lover faked her and our son's deaths and put the blame on me.

My wife and son have life insurance and she made that man the beneficiary.

 

But they won't get to enjoy the money because I just slit that man's throat.

Now I'm going after my wife, she's in the same sinking boat.

I just killed her with an axe but I will not harm my son.

I'm going to surrender to the cops, I will no longer be on the run.