(Back to) The Scene of the Crime

It should be just where the screaming stops That infernal struggle for supremacy Against a greased-up, sweat-spangled oaf Who's at least three times the size of me But it seems the thumping increases With each mile closer to your destination Where the child became the boy, became the youth And edging close is like a dose of self-flagellation It's just one of those places Where one of those people Did one of those things That refuses to lay silent Back to... Back to the scene of the crime Many morbid moments materialize therein The jaws of destruction align Their bite marks leave incisions of a specific variety If you hold up a light, then it will shine Straight through the thick yet delicate skin of the juvenile When you mark up all the anguish, it comes not as a surprise That such a chunk was chewed without a care The worst must first mature before it limps away and dies It's just one of those places Where one of those people Did one of those things That refuses to lay silent Back to the scene Back to the scene of the crime Back, back, back, back, back, back to the scene Back to the scene of the crime It's just one of those places Where one of those people Did one of those things That refuses to lay silent It should be where the screaming stops It should be where the screaming stops It should be where the screaming stops But the screaming never dies