My Neighbors Died

My Neighbors Died (a song parody to the tune of Miss American Pie by Don McLean)

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember

How the carnage used to make me smile.
And I knew from the blood on my pants
That the neighbors never stood a chance
And, maybe, they'd be quiet for a while.

The dad gave a fatal shiver
As I showed him his own liver.
Into their bedrooms I crept;
I killed 'em all where they slept.

I don't recall how many have died
Have been cut apart and butterflied,
I've plunged my hands deep inside
The day my neighbors died.

So why? Why, do they come to me to die?
Thrust my machete into Betty,
And I bled her dry.
When they see my work, all the mothers will cry
Singin', what a horrible way to die.
What a horrible way to die.

Did I bathe myself in their blood?
And will I have to face God above?
Well, the Voices tell me so!
Did my senses lose control?
Is it too late to save my mortal soul?
And can you teach me how to stem the flow?

Well, I know that you were sent by him
And now your future's mighty grim
Now both your heads you will lose.
Man, I'll dig shallow graves for you!

I was a lonely teenage psychopath
With a crimson blade and a holy wrath,
But I knew it would be a bloodbath,
The day my neighbors died.

I started singin,
Why? Why, do they come to me to die?
Thrust my machete into Betty,
And I bled her dry.
Her final words were simply to ask why
And singin, what a horrible way to die.
What a horrible way to die.

Now for ten years I've been locked in this cell.
With full expectations of a burning Hell,
But thats not how it's going to be.
A doctor came to visit me.
Told the court I needed therapy,
And the Voices declared that I'll soon be free,

Oh, and while my head was hanging down,
The doctor had them strap me down
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
Now the doctor quoted the Gospel Mark,
When he took me walking in the park,
And I introduced him to the dark
The day the doctor died.

We were singing,
Why? Why, do they come to me to die?
Thrust my machete into Betty,
And I bled her dry.
When they see my work, everybody will cry
And singin, what a horrible way to die.
What a horrible way to die.

Why? Why, do they come to me to die?
Thrust my machete into Betty,
And I bled her dry.
When they see my work, everybody will cry
And singin, what a horrible way to die.
What a horrible way to die.