Infamous Butcher

Under the bridge there’s a man who eats kids
And has a couple of pigeons as pets
When the trucks drive above
They rattle his home
And they rattle the bones
He collects
God bless the parents who go home crying
God bless the kids who are too young to know
That they’re dying
When the night falls
Out comes the terror
And the hair on the back of your neck
Will rise