Tom: Am Dm F I saw him down in a dump, hurlin' armloads of junk Am G into a pickup bound for the yard. Dm F He was skittish and strange like a wild dog with mange G Dm and there was blood where his veins ran hard. [Verse 2] Dm F Wadin' deep through the grime, he found a long copper line, Am G then he jumped up and leaped to the ground. Dm F And you'd thought he'd struck gold, the way he kicked and he rolled G Dm and like a bandit, he tore outta' town. [Chorus] Dm F Whoa, now, he's out on the prowl, Am G you better get up and go back inside. Dm F 'Cause he's loose on the land, gettin' all that he can Am G and there won't be nowhere to hide. Dm F Yeah, he's crawling his way to that fix for the day, Am G you won't stop him, he's bent to be fed. Dm F He's the low-heathen kind with a shit-mangled mind, G F the desperate, fucking meth [Interlude] head. [Interlude] Dm | F | Am | G | Dm | F | G | G | [Verse 3] Dm F There was a girl, tall and thin, with scabulous skin, Am G inside a rest stop I won't soon forget. Dm F She was diggin' at a rash, trying to deal for some cash, G Dm sayin' baby I'm clean and I'm wet. [Verse 4] Dm F I just kept pacin' by swattin' through the flies Am G and her stench, rancid and stout. Dm F While she stood their cryin' please with her fist between her knees G Dm and the sores drainin' round her mouth. [Chorus] Dm F Whoah, now, she's out on the prowl, Am G you better get up and go back inside. Dm F 'Cause she's loose on the land, getting all that she can Am G and there won't be nowhere to hide. Dm F Yeah, she'll bum and she'll beg and she'll gnaw at your leg, Am G you can't kill her, she's already dead. Dm F She's the empty-eyed soul the zombie-like foe, G F the feening, fuckin meth [Interlude] head. [Interlude] Dm | F | Am | G | Dm | F | G | G | [Verse 5] Dm F It'll be dark pretty soon, they love to lurk by the moon, Am G so, I'm out back shoveling the dirt. Dm F I'm gonna' dig me a hole as deep as I can go G Dm and when they fall I'm gonna' cover 'em up. [End-Chorus] Dm F Oh, now, they're out on the prowl, Am G you better get up and go back inside. Dm F 'Cause their sweepin' the land, getting all that they can, Am G and there won't be nowhere to hide. Dm F They got the taste on their tongues, their fates have been hung, Am G it's a fever that's already spread. Dm F From out far and wide they're the fit to be tied, G F the worthless, fuckin' meth [Outro] head. [Outro] Dm | F | Am | G | Dm | F | Am | G ||