I've got a body in the back of my Chevrolet It's minus both eyes out of its sockets I pulled the teeth from its mouth and kept the screaming contained Before I dumped it on the side of the road
There must be 10, 15, 20, maybe 50 of them They're plugging sewers, drainage ditches and noses Because the stench spilling into the township streets is choking children, Making faces corrode
And nobody's catching on because I cover my tracks, And keep 'em guessing Wonder when they'll think to look in the back of my car?
Say whatever you want to They won't figure it out No one's got evidence There's no cut-dry reason to quit
Cleaning blood and bile is as bad as it gets But I can guarantee it's better than retail The salary is even richer than horse track bets And benefits are overrated, you know
It satisfies a neurological necessity No, I haven't tried to get it treated or dampened Because I haven't had a single problem keeping it down low No, I haven't had a problem at all
Tell me I should stop again, and you might find yourself below the floor Who are you to say what I can talk about In the privacy of my own home? Say whatever you want to, but I can guarantee it's not gonna help you