The Fingernail Killer

The Fingernail Killer, his real name was Scott
He’d have sex with the bodies until they would rot
A fetish or something, I don’t know which
His victim of choice: a manicured bitch

 Oh, he was a sick puppy, I cannot deny
And after each orgasm, he’d have a long cry
A token he’d take back home to his room
A single nail in a matchbook tomb

Sometimes with a knife, sometimes strangulation
Authorities said, “We’ve got a situation.”
But the Fingernail killer was slick as a snake
Emotions he found most easy to fake

And somewhere he lives, still out there today
Stalking and hunting more victims to flay
A man on the loose, I’m afraid to say
This one psychopath, well, he got away...