Directors Cut (Michael Myers & Superman)

I took my Buck knife, stuck it inside my bag

In a black Jansport that I've had since 2000 class

And some duct tape, the last of a roll I used

The first of it I used to patch a hole in my bedroom window glass

I broke into my trailer because this bitch locked me out

She took my keys and threw them into the yard, but I haven't cut my grass

Plus it was dark when I got home, I was driving fast

But the fog made it hard to see the road and I drove right past

Had to turn around in a cul de sac, dead end

And I barely made into my dirt drive, running out of gas

A late night at work, another tailspin

Got fired so I hit the bar and I got trashed

I stumbled in to find a note, "I'm gone"

"No shit, bitch"

I crumble the note, and threw it on the ground, and picked up the phone

"Fuck", she cut the wire, busted the jack with a hammer

I know, cause I can see that the plastic got bashed

I was so mad, that I went sober

With a forced laugh, I reached for the last thing that I need in my sack

(haha) A picture of us in a cab, the night we said it would work out

That didn't last, a couple dollars short, or maybe just the wrong path

The reason was irrelevant to me, cause I just wanted payback

So I jumped in my truck, put the dash, spitted gas

And a bag pack duct tape and buck knife, and that was that

Thinking

This must be a movie

Cause I'm about to roll tape again

I'm about to make a movie

Michael Myers and Superman

"Look up at the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane!"

Michael Myers and Superman

Is it a game? Or is it insane?

Michael Myers and Superman

I pulled out the driveway, took a right on Rainbow Drive

While I tried to keep my truck alive, pumping down the street

I believe it was 55 outside, cold, and the window was frosted

Truck died and then I crawled into the pump station

Barely making it to the pump

I walked in, put my last 10 dollar bills on the desk

Snuck a pack of cigarettes in my pocket

As he reached for the register, the thought sparked in my head

To leave him dead, but no, fuck it

I'll save his life, and put 10 in the bucket

I ain't killing in public

It ain't in my budget

The door, I budged it

Slid through to the pump my gas as the thought

Of all the shit she put me through, but I was glad

I had a reason to go see her now

Other than to lay her down

I got a reason to treat her like a voodoo doll with this blade I found

I made the sound of screeching tires as I pulled out of the station

Mind racing for the placement of my rage, I was impatient

Movie in the making

So I punched the dash and my front windshield cracked

Made it harder to see what was in front of me

But I mashed on the pedal, stomping through the floor

With a leak in the door

The wind whistled like a missile in a war, or a bullet from a pistols draw

Reached under my seat for a bottle of whiskey and took a shot

While my stomach was in a knot, nerves shot

I mulled over the plot

"When I find this bitch, I'll put her in a throat lock, with a rope and a sock

Duct taped on her mouth and make her look at a clock

And every second, I'm going to pop one of her boyfriend's fingers

With a vise grip, while he's screaming at me, "No! Stop!"

When I make it to his knees

While he's tied to a metal chair, with radio wires hooked to a live battery

I'm going to grab his head and make him stare at you

While you drill holes in his kneecaps with a screw

And this is only preview to scene 2!

Take 1!

"Look up at the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane!"

Is it a game? Or is it insane?

Michael Myers and Superman