Way Back Home

I stalk the night, looking for a fight Vengeance is my goal For I've been used, cruelly abused Few rage is in my soul There's a fire in me, which yearns to be free Screaming blood and hate Though the more I kill, the more blood I spill It never seems to abate Men sent from hell, with no body to tell And no one who even cared Though some would plead, I had a gnawing need And no single one I spared Some would cry about wives, and beg for their lives Some would curse, some spit Didn't give a hoot, I'd pull the trigger and shoot And notch up another hit Men got in the car, dumped their bodies afar Singing, drunk and stoned There's nothing like, a trail of blood To find your way back home Now I wait in the cell, still no body to tell Turning the preacher away at the door Though one question I said, before I am dead What was I born for? He looked me in the eye, said child you're gonna die Don't you wanna be forgiven? Well I've had my spree, so guess now I'll be free Cause I never had much living Since I was a child, I've had to run wild All I've known is depravity and shame I'm twelve or a little more, used as a whore In men's seedy little games No child should see the things I've seen Or be the things I've been Sorry won't suffice, have to pay a high price Ain't nothing can wash my hands clean Padre, guess you can tell I'm going to hell No place for you in that pleasure dome There's nothing like, a trail of blood To find your way back home