I cut him up this evening

And they came to check the scream

On the very spot i'd hidden him

I served a spot of tea

I'd left no evidence

That anything was wrong

But the unnerving sound beneath the floor boards

Reminded me of what I'd done

I thought I'd committed

The perfect, fool-proof crime

I never knew how heavy

This would wiegh upon my mind

Things done in secret

Under cover of night

Have a funny way

Of being brought into the light

I admit the deed

Can't you hear the beating

I admit the deed

I'm being driven mad by the tell-tale heart