Lyrics

Gather round, gather round. Let me tell you kids a fucking story. Alright, about the ripper of the junkyard, the Trash Man, alright. There was this fucking guy on my street That was going around to all these houses right? And he was fucking killing people and stealing their money, ya know? That's fucked up, let me tell you like the first time I saw him It's 8ft feet tall with an axe on it's back Long black hair and a big crooked smile He eats all your loved ones, and steals all the cash Guess you could say that he takes out the trash It was 4am and I had to take a piss But I looked outside and somethin' was amiss It was a man with a black bag and all black clothes He drove a big truck, then I heard a woman screamin' "Please you gotta help me, I've been here for weeks!" No I thought that I was dreamin', but I put on my sneaks I was runnin' for the telephone, but I was not discrete Then came the man that was standing in my street Knock knock knock, now he breakin' down my door I saw too much, now I'm shakin' at my core A bat at the ready, my pulse ain't steady Wish that I was dead already Then I blacked out, woke up in the street A large black bag was sittin' at my feet A little blood stains on my bright white shoes Keys to a truck that I've never even used Then I freaked out, bitch I was framed Blood cleaned up like that fucker was trained The cops showed up and I tried to explain They didn't fuckin' care, they didn't fuckin' care Night ripper Hit you with the clipper Body bags with a big black zipper One eye, open all night It's the trash man, take you out inside a trash can Night ripper Hit you with the clipper Body bags with a big black zipper One eye, open all night It's the trash man, take you out inside a trash can Hahaha hey man, you looked all fuckin' weird and scary when you Were telling that story like, I dunno, you were guilty or something (Yeah are you?) Yeah I'm sorry, here, lets get back to the story, anyway, I was- Screaming at the top of my lungs inside the institution Yelling at the doctors screaming that I didn't fuckin' do it Why would I kill? Why would I slay? I never thought twice about my sanity Why question it today? Like I think my mind'sa slippin' I think, I think my mind'sa slippin' I think, I think my mind'sa slippin' I think, I think my mind'sa slippin' away, slippin' away tonight Wait, where'd you guys go? Slippin' away tonight Where the fuck am I? My mind'sa slippin' away-ay-ay (hello? hello!?) My mind'sa slippin', slip away (man, what the fuck) My mind'sa slippin', slip away (shit) Night ripper Hit you with the clipper Body bags with a big black zipper One eye, open all night It's the trash man, take you out inside a trash can Night ripper Hit you with the clipper Body bags with a big black zipper One eye, open all night It's the trash man, take you out inside a trash can Hahahahaha!
Writer(s): Thorne Aleksandr Baker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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