Geezer

Shoulda Turned Around How's that dirt smell from beneath the ground? Pretty sure I warned you but when I speak, you don't hear a sound These woods are treacherous, merciless violence You don't know what lies afoot, but why listen to this old kook? Old kook Fucking geezer You old kook Fucking beat it You're old news My warnings are to heed You've lined up just to bleed Geezer Pray Geezer For Geezer Death This is the end, his hatchet doesn't play pretend Lying beneath the roots are those of you who just don't fucking listen But to tell you the truth, I just don't mourn the ones that go missing They step into the woods with a dime bag and a thirst for sex But the only thing that was coming was a lunatic with an axe I'm just a prophet who's stuck in a rocking chair A geriatric, move past it, use your fucking ears I've merely escaped the beast, but his scent is on you So please Don't you ask me for help Can't you tell I'm just a fucking Geezer Pray Geezer For Geezer Death This is the end, his hatchet doesn't play pretend