In pouring rain The killer wanders the wet riverbank In sneaker tracks To lead him back to the folks he'd chased away As foxes dodge his soles And root through rabbit holes Underneath as nesting dolls The tender flesh to carry home A trail of blood Crimson and warm splattered cross the ragged brush Oh little fox, you got caught in the teeth of a hunter's trap And tore through skin and bone Where iron teeth take hold And underneath as nesting dolls The tender flesh to carry home As you decide through killer eyes Taken by your trembling trigger hand In gentle jaws, the barrel of your .22