he came and shot her parents both in the head dragged them outside, put the bodies in the shed collected up her things, put them in his trunk he sat her on his lap right next to his gun
the prairies of nebraska soaked in blood the love made between them using his gun and the bodies stacked in rows the dead they will never know
showed his caril-ann how to use a knife picked up slowly, killed with it twice shot who they could, snapped the neck of a dog stole a dead man's car and the engine stalled
they executed him with her name on his lips he loved her in life just as much in death and sometimes i feel like we're heading down the same road sometimes i feel like we're just like them