Oscar

Oscar loved to kill, and he loved it oh so well
And he prayed to Jesus every night to keep him out of hell
Above his house was neat as a pin with a cross on every wall
You’d have no clue, you’d never guess, he was a killer and all  
Late at night on dim lit streets with hookers all around
He’d sneak behind with chloroform and never make a sound

Just like Jack The Ripper and other friends, Oscar was quiet and quick
And the bloody mess he left behind would truly make you sick
Intestines strewn like Christmas garland slung down on the ground
The wrists bleeding, unfeeling, pale with piano wire bound

Then one day, while reading his bible, Oscar heard a knock
The only thing between him and the cops was a cheap-o, deadbolt lock
He ran up stairs, heart pounding fast, and climbed into his bed
And as policemen rammed the door, Oscar shot his head