Black clad men caught the creature
I'm a witness unexpected
Trial held under fluorescent light

At the end of the soda aisle

The accusations fly she's a cutter

We need to get this helpless waif back home
Seems to be an odd family
I have but one question where is home?


Her former life: she isn't welcome
Abandoned, forsaken, forgotten

But now she's ours
She also belongs to whatever
Men decide to call


As rocks and woods could hide the skin of the
Desiccated amphibian

The bloody bruised up lost children
Are camouflaged in the garbage bin
Behind the shopping mall

Oh gracious god why don't you care at all?

Call the police call the police

Never mind
They won't do anything