To Cure The Itch

Walked up to the house, all the lights were off,

Unscrewed the light bulb, knocked on the door real soft.
  
I knocked one more time, harder than before,
  
A light went on inside,A Man answered the door.
  
"You know how late it is? Everything okay?..........
  
Well, go ahead and talk if you've got something to say."
  
I asked "You got a phone? there's been a tragedy.
  
Some poor soul was murdered just down there by the creek."
  
His eyes got wide and curious, curious to see,
  
Then he grabbed a coat and light and said "Show me."
  
So we walked down to the end of the road,
  
And I said "Just there, where the grass hasn't been mowed"
  
As we came walking up he said "There's nothing here,
  
Where the fuck's the body at it couldn't have disappeared?"
  
I smiled and said "No, Sir, It's right here where I said."
  
I grabbed a rock and beat his skull until my arms were dead.
  
See, a fuckin tragedy, Somebody lost their head.
  
I woke up at the creek covered in some blood,
  
Next to some dude with his brains all smashed into the mud.
  
I called the cops and told them I had found a Man,
  
All dead and chillin in the grass, His toes dug in the sand.
  
I watched them come and scoop his brains into a bag,
  
Of course, from a safe distance, 'case they wanted to play tag.
  
Alas, again, I found myself quite bored, to my dismay.
  
Wishing that a little fun would come my fuckin way.
  
Then, as I was walking home, under the bridge Downtown,
  
A Junkie, bout to shoot his dope and lay his monkey down.
  
I sat back and I waited for the fool to just fall out,
  
Then tied his ass up to a pole with just his shirt and belt.
  
To wake him up I took his pin and shoved it in his eyes,
  
Filled his peepers up with air and listened to his cries.
  
I quickly gagged and taped his mouth to buy myself some time,
  
And let him know I was, in deed, outside my fucking mind.
  
I took my blade and traced the veins along his arms,
  
All I had to do was connect all of the track marks.
  
He drained out like a hanging pig until his brain was dead,
  
Then I grabbed him by the hair and took his fuckin head.
  
Didn't call it in this time, just went along my way,
  
Still had hours to just kill until night turned into day.
  
I thought I'd go to church. You know, confess all of my sins,
  
I got there and above the door it said "God's House, Come In."
  
The place was empty save a priest up in the front row,
  
Reading from his story book and clenching his scarecrow.
  
I walked up behind him making my presence known,
  
And asked him "Father, Does He forgive everyone? Even a wicked soul?"
  
He said "The Lord forgives all who seek forgiveness, Just repent,
  
Confess your sins and wickedness and forgiveness will be sent."
  
I sat beside him and grabbed one of his story books,
  
And calmly asked "Do you think He was watching when their lives I took?"
  
He looked at me with fearful eyes and tried to get away,
  
But I grabbed him by the neck and said "Your God aint here today..."
  
I threw him to the ground and hit him on the head,
  
Just hard enough to knock him out, not leave him dead.
  
I dragged him to the scarecrow standing there on center stage,
  
Pulled it down and tied him to it, then let out some rage.
  
I gathered a few Crucifixes that I found around the place,
  
Stabbed one in each of his shoulders, in his gut and in his face.
  
I piled all the books and candles right there at his feet,
  
And with his blood, upon the wall, I wrote: "BEHOLD MY HERESY"
  
I left the church and thought I'd walk a while,
  
Couldn't help but watch the sun come up and think of thoughts so vile.
  
I Just Smiled.
  
Now I can greet the day without fighting off The Itch,
  
And Life will feel amazing, I wont hate the fuckin bitch.
  
But warning to the folks in town who never can sleep tight,
  
Stay inside your houses safe, the wicked ones come out at night.