The Pervert
from The Pervert by Patrick Canning
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lyrics
there’s a body in the woods
there’s a body in the woods
there’s a body in the woods
but it’s not my sister
the trail stopped dead when we got to the trees
the watchdogs howling and the sirens in the breeze
every gate closed but they still disappear
face painted black body hung on a spear
wait down down with the gun
the dogs in the forest try to get you on the run now
this itchy finger will wait in the dark to write it all
hang out by the swingset push you on the swings
walk you to the woods where I heard you sing
watch you through your window creep into your hall
hide out in your closet listen through your wall
see you on the dance floor drinks by the bar
slip you little something and I drag you to my car
walk into the restroom see you by the sink
crackin’ all the mirrors turn the water pink
light is in the window car in the drive
phone you in your bedroom hear if your alive
tub full of razors pills on the shelf
pistol on the toilet I‘m talking to myself
follow on the sidewalk step on to your train
needle in my hand will help you with the pain
pull you to the alley you stab me in my arm
fumble with my hands and you raise the alarm
taking all your pictures sticky in my hand
burn everyone with you and your man
fall into hell and get blown to bits
can’t move at all except swallow and spit
mouth like a baby that’s ready to teethe
trapped in a box where you can’t even breathe
it all comes down to where you wanna sit
sit in the lake like a rack of shit
flap like a bird in the burning sea
sent like a rare white dove to me
scream like hell walking home tonight
safe like birds flying out like knives
calling every boy and girl in town
all the sky has turned from black to brown
old moms praying while I defecate
old pills and rope into the mouths of babes
in the land of truth and the sickening snot
with the black light burning
through the holes in your heart
black like the wind and white like the snow
the snow from the bleeding hearts below
in the home of the saints and sainted light
in the home when the man comes home tonight
when the sun don’t burn and the leaves don’t change
and the wheels don’t turn and the boys don’t age
the cancer spreads like you spread your legs
I will hold head like a sake of eggs
when the birds don’t fly and the worms don’t crawl
and I see you creeping through the garden wall
when the knives don’t cut and the cows don’t call
and his are eyes are big but his hands are small
there’s a body in the woods
there’s a body in the woods
but it’s not my sister
the trail stopped dead when we got to the trees
the watchdogs howling and the sirens in the breeze
every gate closed but they still disappear
face painted black body hung on a spear
wait down down with the gun
the dogs in the forest try to get you on the run now
this itchy finger will wait in the dark to write it all
hang out by the swingset push you on the swings
walk you to the woods where I heard you sing
watch you through your window creep into your hall
hide out in your closet listen through your wall
see you on the dance floor drinks by the bar
slip you little something and I drag you to my car
walk into the restroom see you by the sink
crackin’ all the mirrors turn the water pink
light is in the window car in the drive
phone you in your bedroom hear if your alive
tub full of razors pills on the shelf
pistol on the toilet I‘m talking to myself
follow on the sidewalk step on to your train
needle in my hand will help you with the pain
pull you to the alley you stab me in my arm
fumble with my hands and you raise the alarm
taking all your pictures sticky in my hand
burn everyone with you and your man
fall into hell and get blown to bits
can’t move at all except swallow and spit
mouth like a baby that’s ready to teethe
trapped in a box where you can’t even breathe
it all comes down to where you wanna sit
sit in the lake like a rack of shit
flap like a bird in the burning sea
sent like a rare white dove to me
scream like hell walking home tonight
safe like birds flying out like knives
calling every boy and girl in town
all the sky has turned from black to brown
old moms praying while I defecate
old pills and rope into the mouths of babes
in the land of truth and the sickening snot
with the black light burning
through the holes in your heart
black like the wind and white like the snow
the snow from the bleeding hearts below
in the home of the saints and sainted light
in the home when the man comes home tonight
when the sun don’t burn and the leaves don’t change
and the wheels don’t turn and the boys don’t age
the cancer spreads like you spread your legs
I will hold head like a sake of eggs
when the birds don’t fly and the worms don’t crawl
and I see you creeping through the garden wall
when the knives don’t cut and the cows don’t call
and his are eyes are big but his hands are small
credits
from The Pervert,
released May 25, 2007
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Patrick Canning St. John'S, Newfoundland and Labrador
Patrick is an artist type who lives out on the edge of nowhere in St. John's Newfoundland and makes music for himself.
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