Mr. Humour A butcher went to town his steps stuck deep into the snow he lost his breath at home and was going to sell himself but the price was too low The moon was icely white as the police inspected the scene a young girl has just died she wanted to fly like the angels in her dream I just met Mr. Humour the night who told me news of Jesus Christ this man he died by a heart attack returned, but people didn't wish him back A bunch of chattering wifes were just killed by a fire the cake in the stove failed while it's still uncertain if god is real or a liar Another of these days some men they bought a whore then buried their mothers alive cos they weren't any children who need their breasts anymore I just met Mr. Humour the night who told me news of Jesus Christ but these words have never reached my ears and his stories have turned into tears