My Typical Weekend

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Some evenings I get a little bored
But I don't know what to do with myself
I thought I'd test my ability

I think I'll ride on into town
Where the lights don't shine
But don't make a sound
I think I've spotted some fresh meat

She stands so tall and looks at me
Her rotten teeth will make me scream
I'm gonna save her from the streets

So I pull my car right up to the corner
And she walks so proudly up
To the passenger side window
That was already down

And she said she could give me a good time
And anything I wanted for about fifty bucks
Then I'd have to try my best to explain to her
That the best I could do was twenty five

So I took her to the river and I threw her on the dock
And I laid her down and I made her mine
And then she grabbed my hand
It convinced her that she's fine (she's fine!)

And then she made the comment
That "the moon is so bright"
That's when I popped her
In the back of her head with a knife
And that is what I call a good time!

The next morning again, I'm really bored
But I don't know what I'm gonna do with myself
I'm gonna return to the scene of the crime

The cops are there and the town is shook
And the journalists are really crooks
And I bet that I'm not gonna get my dime

But that's okay 'cause you may just see
That this is all just a sport to me
Now I'm gonna strike again tonight

So I drove my old beat-up pickup
On down to the methadone clinic
And I walked out this beautiful young woman
Who had almost all her teeth and all her hair

And she took a brief moment and sighed
Because she knew what I was holding
And needless to say she hopped into my truck
And said "Okay baby, when and where?" Pretty easy, right?

So I took her to the river and I threw her on the dock
And I laid her down and it was not fine
She had a dick that was twice the size of mine!

And then he grabbed my pocket
And then popped me with my knife
And that was the end of a wonderful night
But I'm really glad he had a good time

I don't understand
Did he not enjoy the thrill like I do?
Blue lights everywhere
What the fuck? Did he take my wallet?

Now he's got my name and address
Oh my fuck, will this be my end?
I swear I won't kill again
Oh dear god, let me get away with this

So I escaped from the river
And I hopped into my truck
And I threw it into a gear
And let the gravel fly
And I let my tires eat on 95

And I'm sure by now
That they'll never know how
That the fact that I get away with every crime
'Cause karma knows my actions justify

Until next weekend