Doctor

yes, I'm real mean
and I'll crush your
head between my
knees, it's okay
to lie down and
give up.

oh honey, it's
a rough night
working alleys and
slaying cops
with only
what god gave me.

it'll pay off in the
end because I was born
to hunt them down
all the sinners and weepers
I am the Purifier
of all I see,
I lay claim to each
darkened night street.

baby, I got your
number scrawled on
my wall, and I'm training my
eyes on you,
you're next 
it'll be over real quick,
real clean and I won't 
even linger when
you pass. 

and I'll put on my
coat in the morning
lay the snake
of stethoscope round my neck
and take and take and take
some more, 
cleaning up what god laid
down because sometimes
he got it all wrong.
little bodies curled bones
beneath the threadbare sheets
you were all wrong
all dead to me
I am cleaning up
taking out the trash.

room 303 I am sneaking
in to say goodbye with a 
black kiss and you'll be gone
crossed off my list
I told you,
I'm the Purifier,
the only one to make it right.