So I moved out to the country So peaceful, so comfy But the locals want to hump me When I walk with no company They could inbred me backwards Running out in the back woods Seen too many late night thrillers When I look around all I see is killers They got me... Been watching my neighbour He mumbles, he slavers I see strange behaviour He comes home, he labours And every night he zig zags With three full black bin bags I wonder what holds them To the car boot he throws them Got locked out, no keys Had me in for a beer and a pizza Seemed like he was a nice geezer Body parts hidden in his freezer Now im running in the cold forest There's a chorus of Boris Calling the florist Bring flowers to my tomb In the mornest