Child's turkey drawing red on the door Fingers pointing heavenward, plead succor Once united people are now apart Literally visceral, is it art? All the friends I've ever had, watched them fall Most of Jane is over there on the wall Murdered them so easily with no gun Now he's coming after me, have to run Mama told me that this is a bad neighborhood So I don't knock on any doors, sure wish I could Run through sprinklers on lawns, wet shirt, no bra Nipples like pearls Lungs burning from fucking cigarette tar The final girl He's right behind me, I can feel his breath Now I'm real glad I smoked that crystal meth Gives me speed to get the fuck out of here I hear him hit his own pipe, I get the fear Not much for thinking, don't know what to do Got no clothes but a wet shirt and just one shoe Quick look behind, he's got a fucking axe Can't hear what he screams but he's wearing my slacks Papa told me that boys would only cause me pain Fuck, this ain't a good time to be pregnant again Nightmare run, why did I park so far? I'm gonna hurl Oh that's right, I didn't bring my car The final girl Just noticed I don't have my contacts in Suddenly I can't see a fucking thing Haven't sweated like this since the track team Hey, I think that evil fuck is losing steam Oh, if only my contact lenses had been in my eyes That fucking bus wouldn't have come as a surprise I hope that this unhappy story made your toes curl Lack of sight made her my destiny The final girl We hope that you've enjoyed today's audio adventure, brought to you by the good people at the Opticians Organization of America. Visions you can trust. Goodbye until next time.
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