DESCRIPTION:
Extracted from the Scheintot LP, 1981. Cole Palme/Bond Bergland/Joseph T. Jacobs - Photo by Ruby Ray

Found Victrola's bloody carcass on the landing one fine morning
Pulled out the voice box plucked out seven desperate words

Seems there's a thin thin line between desperation and the man who wields the meat hook
Seems that I'm the chosen one
I keep bolting for the door

Look what they've done to the only girl that I ever loved
Shaved her head crooked
Shot her up with lethal queeze

I'm far too rattled now to save her neck
But I tell you that our minds are one
And I know how to save her soul

And I tell you you better hide your head
Because one night she's gonna wake up screaming and murder half the world's population