Thumpin' on her head 'til it needs a little stitchin'
Watching her step until she starts flinchin'
Morning, wench, it's time you broke your spine
Pushed her down the stairs with great loud thuds an'
Out on the street, the folks are all knowin'
'Bout guys like me who thrive on beating up the wife

Beating up the wife
What a way to treat your women
Tannin' her behind
Make her feel like she's in prison
There's no compromise
But she'll never seek the sheriff
I'll be up the drive
To beat her stinkin' head in
Rough inside
She's a wreck with her emotions
People think that I
Must have slipped her some old potion
She will lose her head
If she tattles or betrays me
I swear sometimes at her when I get angry

I throw antiques just to watch them shatter
If it's not the wall, then I throw 'em right at her
With cuts and screams that never fade away
She wobbles as I gloat like a rubbery band
Uses her sleeves to cover her hands
As she hides all the burns and scars I gave her today

Beating up the wife
What a way to treat your women
Tannin' her behind
Make her feel like she's in prison
There's no compromise
But she'll never seek the sheriff
I'll be up the drive
To bash her stinkin' head in
Right in sight
Yes, I've got you where I want you
You can beg and cry
But you know that I'll still haunt you
It's a sick man's shame
That he married what he's taunted
Now she'll spend her nights wishing that she hadn't done it