Satan's Wife
She stands by the window waiting
As the tears stream down her face
"One day soon, I'll leave him", she says
As she hangs her head in disgrace
Beaten and battered, her bruises still hurt
With only the slightest of touch
For fifteen years, she's taken it
When will it be too much?
Her family have all deserted her
For they just can't understand
How can she say that she loves him
When he's such a horrible man?
His car pulls in their driveway
She shutters as he slams the door
She wipes her tears and puts on her smile
As her husband approaches, once more
She says, "Hi honey, how was your day?"
When she smells it on his breath
For he'd been drinking most of the day
And she knew he'd beat her to death
He grabs her by the hair of her head
And he throws her to the floor
She points the revolver and pulls the trigger
And screams, "You wont hurt me anymore"
Her lawyers called it self defense
But she just sat there and stared
"He was a piece of trash", they said,
"It's not like anybody cared"
Aquitted of all of her charges
She leaves to start a new life
She councils and tells her story
Of her years as Satan's wife
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