I know of a place out where nobody goes  
empty underground  cistern that nobody knows
under the skeleton of a disintegrated windmill
surrounded by mesquites at the base of a hill

A crawl in game trail is the only way in
it is how I found this den of sin
my list in hand and a bottle of chloroform
I gather my quarry, as they weather  life's storm

The first in the parking lot of the movies
the next coming out of the LETS GET GROOVY
the last in the alley behind the courthouse
crept up from behind, quiet like a mouse

Tied and gagged, dragged to the den
where I intend to dispose of them
how, I am undecided
I have plenty of tools in to divide them

Chainsaws and axes, rifles and pistols
machetes and acids, even a long sharp crystal
when they wake up shackled to the wall

They will understand once and for all
that they will be disposed of piece by piece
it is doubtful if they shall ever have peace.