Dirty Knife

"Dirty Knife"So suddenly the madness cameWith its whiskered, wolven, ether pangsHe locked the doorAnd shut the blindsHe laid down on the floor and he slept like ironWhile the dirty knife worked deepInto his spineThe blood runs crazyThe blood runs crazyCascading letters pool on the stairsThe grass is high, the cats are wildYou can't even touch the tip of their tailsAnd the blood runs crazy with giant stridesHe sang nursery rhymes to paralyzeThe wolves that eddy out the corner of his eyesBut they squared him frozen where he stoodIn the glow of the furniture piled high for firewoodAnd the blood runs crazy with giant stridesAnd the woodsman failed to breech those fangs in timeSo they dragged him through the underbrushWearing three winter coats and a dirty knife