I’ve Got An Ax To Grind

Killer! Killer! Killer!

I've got ax to grind, I've got a writer's block, I've got a need to kill
Here's Johnny!
I've got ax to grind, I've got a write'rs block, I've got a need to kill
Here's Johnny!

He's got a wife and a kid... plus, a lot on his mind
Got a brand new job... but, he's short on time
He's got a white man's burden, and, a psycho's stare
He's got a friend behind the bar... with black blue hair

Killer! Killer! Killer!

Poor little Danny's got a boy... named Tony who lives in his mouth
How fucked up is this? How fucked up is this?
"A momentary loss of muscular coordination"
"A few extra foot pounds of energy... Per second! Per second!"

Killer! Killer! Killer!

Then there's Wendy... she's submissive and eager
She's good with a bat... plus, it's easy to please her
Not forgetting the butler, who's got a secret to share
He's informing 'The Caretaker'... that the caretakers always been here!

I've got ax to grind
Killer! Killer! Killer!

I've got a writer's block
Killer! Killer! Killer!

I've got a need to kill
Killer! Killer! Killer!

I've got a need to
Kill'er! Kill'er! Kill'er!