#1 Tool
As I collect the blood It forms into the pool
The saw, the knife, but the scalpel my overall number one tool
Whites in the eyes is what I crave
Three victims on the table who better behave
For if they don't their tongues I'll take
If I was them I would not dare make that mistake
Without their tongues I could not hear them yell
Without their tongues the story of agony they wouldn't be able to tell
Damn it's eight o'clock, where did the time go
ran up stairs and made the kids get off Halo
It's bed time for the kids
Got to put them down
Tonight I tell them the princess who always forgets her crown
After the story I tuck them in and leave with a kiss
Goodnight my little prince and princess
Once the kids go down to sleep
I sneak to the basement trying not to make a peep
Finally I get to do my job
My profession is a thief and your life I'll rob
By Bobby J Evans
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