Hand Me That Knife The Taxpayers

[spoken]
When the clock struck midnight
She awoke to a roaring noise outdoors
With a sense of dread, she put on her coat and slippers
Slowly crept to the door and turnt the handle
To find that the neighborhood was lit up like fireworks from hell
Every cottage, bush and tree up in flames
A man stood there grinning, looking very sinister, very smug
So she called out gently to him and said “get in my car”
They climbed into her dodge and began driving down the highway
A highway which was loaded with omens
Dead dogs on the shoulder, and clouds nearly bursting with rain
She asked him “what have you done?”
A moment of silence passed before he spoke
And he said to her “hand me that knife”
As he sliced off his fingers one by one he sang a beautiful song which she will remember until the day she died
And at long last, he told her his name
But i cannot repeat it, no i cannot repeat it just in case