Albert Fish
They called on the Psychic, they got their wish. They found the body in a drainage ditch. Missing a leg, a finger or two, the seasoned detective became unglued. Heart was half eaten, so was the spleen, intestines were unraveled all over the scene. Staring from the bushes as cold as a stone Albert Fish munched on a collar bone. Chorus: As Albert sat at the bar, his wife called on the phone. "Will you be home for dinner?" He said, "No, no, no." He lived in the suburbs, he cut his lawn, nobody suspected what was going on. He worked in a factory that made widgets. In a bowling bag he kept all the digits, one from every person that he killed. He counted them like a pharmacist counts his pills. One, two, three - he counted them all Two or three, he nailed to a wall. Chorus Loved by the others in his town like John Wayne Gacy, he dressed like a clown. He invited some over for games and fun, then retreated inside for his favorite shotgun. Blind folds on, he stood them at...