Shun
contusion.....abrasion...laceration...execution...
it’s all about the shhuun...
all about the ‘shun....
was a quick little thing...
a small altercation....
never paid it no mind...
‘til it blew up one night....
I stepped out at the station....
No one heard me as I hit the deck....
lead pipe to my face....
kicked beaten robbed...
Contusions abrasions...
and one nasty laceration....
my blood spilled on the steel plate.....
but I wasn’t finished.......
I got strong and I stayed wicked....
Beautiful killer in the thick of it.....
I caught the punk and he took a vacation....
Left his mom a note....
told her he was leaving the nation....
I took him down to the swamp.....
left him in a kneeling prayer....
never had a second thought ‘til I heard the news on the radio station.....
it had been about 10 years....
a couple pills ..
and about a million beers....
A road way excavation.....
uncovered bones....
all the work was stopped and tomorrow they start the exhumation...
I laugh at the sounds he made....
beaten down, gurggle pop.....
tendons screamed ...
it was slow.......
strangulation....
Yeah I remember it well.....
and I feel no remorse....
day after day he laid..
all evidence lost.....
never fearing incarceration...
he’s found but there no way of course....
There’s no fibers left just some panty hose...
and an old old corpse.....
Excavation...
followed by an exhumation....
it’s a crime scene...
but it’s sparkling clean....
and in the end..
it was all about the shhhhuun.....
EXECUTION.........
Excavation...
followed by an exhumation....
it’s a crime scene...
but it’s a sparkling clean
EXECUTION.....