Tom: Am Dm F I saw him down in a dump, hurling armloads of junk Am G F into a pickup, bound for the yard. Dm F He was skiddish and strange, like a wild dog with mange G F Dm and there was blood, where his veins ran hard. Dm F Wadin' deep through the grime, he found a long copper line Am G F then he jumped up, and leaped to the ground. Dm F You'd have thought he'd struck gold, the way he kicked and he rolled G F Dm and like a bandit, he tore out of town. [Chorus] Dm F Oh now, he's out on the prowl Am G F you better get up, and go back inside. Dm F Because he's loose on the land, getting all that he can G F Dm and there won't be, nowhere to hide. Dm F Yea he's crawling his way, to his fix for the day Am G F 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 Dm the desperate, fucking methhead. [Instrumental] Dm F Am G F Dm F G [Verse 2] Dm F There was a girl tall and thin, with scabbed yellow skin Am G F inside a rest stop, I won't soon forget. Dm F She was digging at a rash, trying to deal up some cash G F Dm saying baby, i'm clean and i'm wet. Dm F I just kept pacing by, swatting through the flies Am G F her stench, rancid and stout. Dm F While she stood there crying please, with her fists between her knees G F Dm and the sores, draining arond her mouth. [Chorus 2] Dm F Oh now, she's out on the prowl Am G F you better get up, and go back inside. Dm F Because she's loose on the land, getting all that she can G F Dm and there won't be, nowhere to hide. Dm F Yea she'll bum and she'll beg, she'll knaw at your leg Am G F you can't kill her, she's already dead. Dm F She's the empty eyed soul, the zombie like foal G F Dm the feanding, fucking methhead. [Instrumental] Dm F Am G F Dm F G [Verse 3] Dm F It's getting dark pretty soon, they love to lurk by the moon Am G F so i'm out back, shoveling the dirt. Dm F I'm gonna dig me a whole, as far as I can go G G Dm and when they fall, i'll cover them up. [Chorus 3] Dm F Oh now, they're out on the prowl Am G F you better get up, and go back inside. Dm F Because they're sweeping the land, getting all that they can G F Dm and there won't be, nowhere to hide. Dm F They've got the taste on their tounge, their fates have been hung Am G F it's a fever, that's already spread. Dm Fm From out far and wide, they're the fit to be tied G F Dm the worthless, fucking methhead. [Outro] Dm F Am F G Dm F F G Dm