(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