Roxie

You kept a picture on the mantle and a secret in your coat

A quiet kind of poison in every word you spoke

They called you Grandma Roxie, but I saw through the veil

A trail of hidden families, a dark and twisted tale

You wore two rings on your left hand, living double lives

A master of deception, the sharpest of the knives

You took the man who loved you and you put him in the ground

I hate the very name of you, and the sorrow you passed down

I remember how he’d quiet down when you walked in the room

You turned that little country house into a living tomb

A liar to the neighbors, a tyrant in the dark

You wore him down with cruelty and left a fatal mark

You wore two rings on your left hand, living double lives

A master of deception, the sharpest of the knives

You took the man who loved you and you put him in the ground

I hate the very name of you, and the sorrow you passed down

They might not have the smoking gun to lock you in a cell

But I know what you did to him, and I know it all too well

You stole away my grandpa, you took his final breath

And all that I have left for you is nothing but contempt

'Cause you wore two rings on your left hand, living double lives

A master of deception, the sharpest of the knives

You took the man who loved you and you put him in the ground

I hate you for the truth, Roxie, and the silence of this town