Say Whatever - Direct Hit!

I’ve got a body in the back of my Chevrolet

It’s minus both eyes out of its sockets

I pulled the teeth from its mouth and kept the screaming contained

Before I dumped it on the side of the road

There must be 10, 15, 20, maybe 50 of them

They’re plugging sewers, drainage ditches and noses

Because the stench spilling into the township streets is choking children,

Making faces corrode

And nobody’s catching on because I cover my tracks,

And keep 'em guessing

Wonder when they’ll think to look in the back of my car?

Say whatever you want to

They won’t figure it out

No one’s got evidence

There’s no cut-dry reason to quit

Cleaning blood and bile is as bad as it gets

But I can guarantee it’s better than retail

The salary is even richer than horse track bets

And benefits are overrated, you know

It satisfies a neurological necessity

No, I haven’t tried to get it treated or dampened

Because I haven’t had a single problem keeping it down low

No, I haven’t had a problem at all

Tell me I should stop again, and you might find yourself below the floor

Who are you to say what I can talk about

In the privacy of my own home?

Say whatever you want to, but I can guarantee it’s not gonna help you