The Dragnet March

He said, I'm glad that I'm here I'm glad I'm alone And looked clean like a crater the next time he came home You look just fine, dear But I'm just not sure That haircut speaks to your character Shaved sides Grease top White clothes Godwin Straw man Wet toes He's bought the Hilux And he's joining the club Eats and sleeps in the war room Thinks he'd make a good cop I don't know why but it made me feel ill When he said, I'm meeting friends Down in Charlottesville Some were never out for blood They'll block your ears with their embrace And rob you of your taste But they're never out for blood Until they are, then they are for good Lonely little temper Antique dogma whistle Looking greedy Feels like Halloween Watching him dress up, cutting holes in a sheet It's just so creepy When he oils his torch And laces his boots up to the Dragnet March He was never out for blood They'll block your ears with their embrace And rob you of your taste You were never out for blood Cause evil comes from the last place you'll look for love Cause evil comes from the last place you looked for love