Came home from work
One day late in June
She met him at the door and
Said: "I don't love you"
And by the way Junior,
He ain't your son,
Belongs to your best friend,
Now see what you've done
You made a killer
Went back to his truck
Pullede out his gun
Finger on the trigger
His mind a little numb
Painting pictures
You don't wanna see
To much blood and to much pain
And agony
You made a killer
Yeah, he never had concidered
How murder was like at all
Till he sat there seven minutes
Alone in the dark
Painting pictures of how it would be
If he shot them both dead
In his deep misery
Seven long minutes
Sat there in the dark
Finger on the trigger
Pounding in his heart
Painting pictures
You don't wanna see
To much blood and to much pain
And agony
See what you've done
You made a killer
See what you've done
You made a killer
See what you've done!