Taflodd y llun
Roedd yna gormod yn dangos gweddi oddi Duw bob dydd
Gweddi dim ond am bod yn rhydd
Lladd eich gwraig, lladd eich gwraig

A pham maen'n gweiddi does neb yn gweiddi 'da fe,
A pham bu'n marw bydd neb yn marw 'da fe
Mae ei gwraig yn gorwedd ar bwrdd y gegin
Lladd eich gwraig, lladd eich gwraig

Mae'n edrych ar ei gwraig
Mae'n gwenu iddo'i hun
Mae'n chwarae gyda'r blodau
Mae'n yfed ei hoff gwin
Lladd eich gwraig, lladd eich gwraig

Chorus

Llosgodd y llun
Dwedodd bod gormod yn dangos gweddi oddi Duw bob dydd
Gweddiodd a daeth, daeth yn rhydd
Kill all Americans, kill all americans

A pham maen'n gweiddi does neb yn gweiddi 'da fe,
Lladd eich gwraig, lladd eich gwraig

He threw the picture
There were too many prayers to God every day
Praying only to be free
Killing your wife, killing your wife

And when he shouts no-one shouts with him
And when he dies, no-one will die with him
His wife is lying on the kitchen table
Killing your wife, killing your wife

He looks at his wife
He smiles to himself
He plays with the flowers
He drinks his favourite wine
Killing your wife, killing your wife

He burnt the picture
He said there were too many prayers to God every day
He prayed and he became, became free


And when he shouts no-one shouts with him
Killing your wife, killing your wife