I've got arms like antfarms.   She's got a face I can't forget,   conceived the nights her parents met.   Our hands touch, cold.   Listen for certain city sounds   and move underground.      He's blushing from a stomach stab!   Embarassment is on our hands!   Ain't nothin' gonna be alright--tonight.      You've got what we need,   notify your family.   Notify your children, and wife.      Swish, cut, like second nature.   We'll push a broken bottle through your flesh   and end your life.      It's time for you to meet your maker, say good-bye to your blood.   Tonight there.. There's no escaping.   We'll catch you if you run.