In the middle of nowhere, there is a little white chapel 

And behind it are many twisted children's tricycles 

And behind it there's a boy who's been waiting 

Then the ground begins to shake 

Then out breaks that giant black snake 

It tries hard to drag him under 

It tries hard to take his right leg 

And what was left over, was left for the doctors 

And what the doctors fixed, they fixed demented 


*For Christine*