I swear, when I get my hands on him
He'll never breathe again.
I won't stop tearing him limb from limb
He'll never breathe again.
I get in my car to chase the only set of tracks
A gun in my hand and a bag in the back
Deep in the slums, I saw him with their toys
My gunshot rang out,
But the snow absorbed the noise.
I bagged up his body and I threw it in the car