[Intro: warped rink organ, skate wheels rolling, one slow kick] [Hook: low, menacing, tired] They killed me in part one, part four, part nine Burned me in the fryer, dropped me down a mine Every October, y'all come back to the rink Part eleven. Somebody didn't think [Verse 1: slow, heavy, deadpan] Skate Palace on the county line, disco ball still spinnin' Back door lock been broke since part three, and I'm the one that's grinnin' Put my face on a lunchbox, now you act surprised I rose Stabbed me with a skate blade, I went down in the snack bar grease and froze Sheriff took a picture with my body, then he took the week off Final girl wrote a book about me, went on tour, she's doin' fine, she's soft I'm in the walk-in cooler countin' days 'til the lights go low Kids in the parking lot sayin', "He's a story." Yeah. Every story got a sequel, though [Hook: low and tired] They killed me in part one, part four, part nine Burned me in the fryer, dropped me down a mine Every October, y'all come back to the rink Part eleven. Somebody didn't think [Verse 2: menace builds, the organ detunes] Lights go out at couples skate, that's my cue, that's tradition Organ man still plays my song, he thinks he wrote it, cute ambition I don't run. I never ran. Eleven movies, not one jog You can sprint to the exit, I'll be standin' at the exit in the fog Every hallway bends you back around to the floor Every exit sign is lyin', every door's another door You can scream, nobody's comin', they think it's part of the show Popcorn in their laps, laughin', "Here he go" [Beat Switch: the organ slows down like a dying record, then the drums double under it] [Verse 3: cold double-time] Wanna know why I keep gettin' up? 'Cause y'all keep payin' for it You love me. That's the curse. You built the monster and you saw it Bury me in concrete, I'ma climb out in the trailer Burn the damn tape, I'm on the shelf. Drown me, I come back paler Part eleven, part twelve, part thirteen in the can You can kill a man. Nobody ever killed a brand [Final Hook: heavy, slow, the organ out of tune] They killed me in part one, part four, part nine Burned me in the fryer, dropped me down a mine Every October, y'all come back to the rink Part eleven. Somebody didn't think [Outro: rink organ winds down, one skate rolls across the floor, stop] [End]
