It was the middle of town, in the middle of June
He was looking for a way to nowhere in the afternoon
He was standing by the road, greasy thumb in the air
He was standing by a cardboard sign saying anywhere
He had a long white beard, and crazy blue eyes
He had camouflage pants and a tshirt that said apologize
Cars were speeding on by, noone even slowed down
They probably saw the rusty chainsaw laying on the ground
It was resting on a bag, about 3 feet wide
It was lumpy and black and had a pinstripe running down the side
I pulled my car to the curb, with my window rolled down
Said I can take you as far as the edge of town
He threw the bag in the back, and took a seat beside me
He didn’t say a word but had the chainsaw resting on his knee
He kept looking at my head, I kept my eyes on the street
He said you have the nicest skull and your hair smells sweet
I now knew what was in the bag, and with a smile on my face
I turned down an old dirt road to my special place
It was pretty deep in the woods, with burnt cars all around
A little bit of nowhere to keep all the bodies that are never found
I slipped the needle in his neck, as I slipped the car into park
The chainsaw hit the dashboard when I made the headlights go dark
With the gas can from the trunk and a lighter in my hand
I started up a blaze to rid the world of a dangerous man
You see I find them all the time by the gleam in their eyes
I take them down one by one so no one innocent dies
Now I’m walking down the road, blackened thumb in the air
Time to buy a brand new car and go driving somewhere
Copyright 2016