Never Leave A Job Half Done Songtext / Lyric

"Blood stains on the carpet, blood stains on my hands.
Drag her toward the kitchen, hide the evidence.

Oh, the toil a lie can bring, quitters never know.
But lies can be the perfect things, if they never show.

The crisis posed a question, just beneath the skin.
The virtue in my veins replied, 'Quitters never win'.

She almost ruined everything.

Oh, the toil a lie can bring, quitters never know.
But lies can be the perfect things, if they never show."