Police are searching the woods

For arguments over the swamp

Their lost and hungry dogs

All over the map

Hustle your souls for charity

On the list of costly injuries

Our price is the price you pay

For dancing with the rats

In the falsification process

In transferring the bombs

It is written on the outskirts

When Thomas turns around, yeah

When Thomas turns around

On Heart Week Fifty

In his rose blunder clown crown

Get moved to come over

It’s much safer than hooking, oh yeah

Cut it clean

Eat the heads, yeah

Yeah, all right