The streetlamp flickered on,
caught a rabbit in the headlights,
A grimy Stagger Lee hunting in the night.
There he stood, frozen, his hair wild, his eyes glazed.
He coughed, reached round, pulled out a carving knife
and fell flat on his face.

Well I don't know what you would do but I found this rather strange, and when I went and had a look at him, his back it was bloodstained.

A paranoia gripped me, I blindly searched the night;
For the inevitable fact, the irreversible truth:
That someone would take my life.

I've had conclusions made already since I was 6 days old,
the twisted illusions more inherited than told,
That this thing leads to that thing,
see the Pope, kiss the ring,
I don't know why you're laughing:
Must be crazy or somethin'