Pay me, I ****,
Pay me, I ******,
Pay me, I slaughter,
Pay me, I butcher.
Dark was my past, dark is my future;
A mindlessly violent, blood-seeking vulture.
Seldom messy (nearly always discreet),
I slice up the flesh, the bones and the meat.
They might hear you cry, they might hear you weep;
Crying and weeping yourself into sleep.
Should I receive a contract bearing a name,
I know it's the start of yet another game. . .
Aye, me!
Too many I've butchered,
Too many I slew,
Too many I've murdered;
wouldn't even remember you-
but there is one, to my utter dismay,
I would never forget:
the one and the only one that ever got away. . .