It started back in '63 that things began to escalate
First it was the fireman's boy, then the old lady who lived next door
That Mexican's beloved daughter and Rocky's middle child
They all went missing and no one was found
Not until now … if I care to tell
Then everything went quiet for the years I was away
Biology scholarship, squandered in every way
You see I liked working with all the specimens
But this paperwork is such a bore
I missed that feeling that I got from this town that I abhorred
When things stirred up in '68 all the newspapers had a field day
Well, no one figured out that my return
Had anything to do with these crimes
That drunk sheriff and his crew were running around in circles half-blind
I had a taste for blood and a sense of pride
No one could spoil my bloody drive
I must have got bored or too sure of myself
Or maybe that drunken sheriff finally left the bottle on the shelf
But it was a royal fuck up I must say
And they kicked in my door and took my things away
Hearts, hands, head, feat, bottled on the shelf
A lifetime's work much greater than wealth
Well they locked me away for the crimes that I did
But they never did find all the bodies that I hid
They have the bottled parts, all the good stuff that matters
At least where I'm concerned
The rest of it is just food for the worms
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