I met a man on a train
The kind of man who puts fire out with flame
I made a note of his name
I dare not say it I'm afraid of his fame
We met one Sunday at dawn
Outside a mansion on the Alta Loma Road
He took my throat in his hands
And told me softly
I was going to die
He wouldn't let me explain
I felt him shudder as I
Whispered a name
A name that cut to the bone
He screamed God help me won't she
Leave me alone
I ran like Hell.
He was a mountain of shame
Humiliation - The name of the game
He never could be the same
He needed vengeance if it
Drove him insane
He carved my name on a stone
My destination - The Alta Loma Road
Deep in a hole in the ground
My few possessions lying scattered around
And now I hide in the shade
I dream of murder, his face and my grave
A dream that cuts to the bone
Oh please God help me won't he
Leave me alone
I ran like Hell
If you should see me on the outside
Say I look a little like the man you heard just die
It's the only way I know to stay alive.