The Metal Files

It was 12th grade (87-88) in Portsmouth Catholic High School.  I was in Ms. Harlow’s typing class and we had an assignment one day to type out something from memory be it a song or short story or anything.  She just wanted us to be typing.  I was heavily into Peace Sells by Megadeth.

I had decided to type out the lyrics to Good Mourning/Black Friday as it was fresh in my head and I knew it by heart.

We turned our papers in and the next day mine was redlined with some comments and corrections and a B- as a grade.  Ms. Harlow wrote at the top by my grade, “Do we need to discuss this?”  HAHAHAHAHA.  It was awesome.  I had that piece of paper forever but lost it in one of my many moves over the years.

Killer, intruder, homicidal man
If you see me coming run as fast as you can
Blood-thirsty demon who’s stalking the street
I hack up my victims like pieces of meat

Blood-thirsty demon, sinister fiend
Bludgeonous slaughter’s my evil deed

My hammer’s a cold piece of blood-lethal steel
I grin while you writhe with the pain that I deal
Swinging the hammer, I hack through their heads
Deviant defilers, you’re next to be dead
I unleash my hammer with sadistic intent
Pounding, surrounding, slamming through your head
Yeah!

Bodies convulse in agony, and pain
I mangle their face till no features remain
A blade for the butchering, I cut them to shreds
First take out the organs, then cut off the head
The remains of flesh now sop under my feet
One more bloody massacre, the murder’s complete
I seek to dismember, a sadist fiend
Bloodbath’s my way of getting clean

I lurk in the alley wait for the kill
I have no remorse for the blood that I spill
A merciless butcher who lives underground
I’m out to destroy and I will cut you down
I see you and I’m waiting for Black Friday
Turn me loose!

Killer, intruder, homicidal man
If you see me coming run as fast as you can
A blood-thirsty demon who’s stalking the street
I hack up my victims like pieces of meat

Blood-thirsty demon, sinister fiend
Bludgeonous slaughter’s my evil deed A merciless butcher who lives underground
I’m out to destroy you and I will cut you down

It’s Black Friday, paint the devil on the wall

I don’t know why she was worried.  haha.  RIP Ms. Harlow.