I walk the streets looking for one to maim
Grasping my pocket to hold my cold knife
Then, I saw a man, his head down with shame
I approached him, seeking to end his life
I stab at him, causing the spill of blood
I relish at the thought of his huge pain
His blood hits the ground like a red flash flood
Then, seeking fun, I pull out my steel chain
I put it around his neck so he chokes
And tie the chain onto a large freight train
As the whistle blows, I say "That's all folks!"
The train roars away, the man dragged to Maine
I laugh; the man has suffered quite a fate
Dragged along, similar to fishing bait
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