He's got the cops, they're knocking down his door He left the murder weapon lying on the floor The sister's finally gone, now he's the only son It was a bloody day in Bremerton One stop, chop shop, somebody call the cops In a studio apartment, his axe wouldn't stop So many pieces everywhere he had to mop She should have paid him back last week for all the meth That still small voice told him "axe her to death" One stop, chop shop, somebody call the cops I hope they put this guy away, until the end of time He must be messed up in the head, to committed this sick crime His confession to the police, it painted such a gruesome scene The apartment was more red, than they have ever seen It's so sad to see that chalky outline B town murders happen all the time One stop, chop shop, somebody call the cops