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]
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[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]
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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]
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