Temporary happiness is like waiting for the knife

Now, I'm standing in the kitchen
carvin' up the chicken for dinner,
minding my own business,
and in storms my husband Geoge,
in a jealous rage.
"You been screwin' my friend, it’s mine"
he says. He was crazy
and he kept screamin',
"you been screwin my friend."
And then he ran into my knife.
He ran into my knife ten times..