Lyrics Victim Service - Baptists

Victim Service

There’s people in this fucked up town
In need of something pruned
The prominence of harboured waste
An absence of refute
There’s reason
To lynch
Deservers
Of fists
A cost effective way to jail
A rapist is to snip
And force upon him the same thing
He used at his own will
And when I think of him
Above her battered self
My modes of coping melt
And turn to fists from hell
I would hurt him
I would end his fucking life