The Childcatcher

I was still a child when you caught me and tied me to your bed
You gave me shoes and pretty clothes, and I gave you what I had between my legs
Just a rite of passage, you held me down and said:
"I’m gonna be your right of passage, so boy, you better spread… Spread ‘em”

You said:
"Run, run, run, as fast as you can, but you can’t run, run, from the childcatcher’s hands”

I wrote your name in my shit across the town to warn the kids of your bloodshed
When I chased you with a burning cross, my mother, she wanted you dead

She said:
"Run, run, run, as fast as you can, but you can’t run, run, from our law given hand”

You said:
"Well, I’ve got no time for victims, and I don’t think it was all that bad
And if you can’t run to save yourself, well then, you deserve to be had
This is the age of constipation, this is the age of martyrdom
I think you even enjoyed it, I think I even saw you come”