The Childcatcher

I was still a child when you caught meAnd tied me to your bedYou gave me shoes and pretty clothesAnd I gave you what I had between my legsJust a rite of passageYou held me down and said"I'm gonna be your right of passage,So boy you better spread, spread em"You said"Run run run as fast as you canBut you cant run run from the childcatchers hands"I wrote your name in my shit across the townTo warn the kids of your bloodshedWhen I chased you with a burning crossMy mother, she wanted you deadShe said"Run run run as fast as you canBut you cant run run from our law given hand"You said"Well, I've got no time for victimsAnd I don't think it was all that badAnd if you can't run to save yourselfWell, then you deserve to be hadThis is the age of constipationThis is the age of martyrdomI think you even enjoyed it,I think I even saw you come"