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 [x2]



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 [x2]



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 [x2]