Folsom Prison Blues (Hannibal Lecter version) by Alex P.
sung to the tune of “Folsom Prison Blues” by Johnny Cash

I hear the train a comin’
It’s rolling ’round the bend,
And I’ve not seen the sunshine
Since I don’t know when
Well I’m stuck in Folsom Prison
And time keeps dragging on
But that train keeps a-rolling
Down to San Antone

Well I was just a small child
And my mother told me, “Son,
Always be a good boy,
And don’t you play with guns”
Well I can say to this day
That I took her advice
Because before I ate my victims
I killed them all with knives

Well I ate my victims’ livers
With fava beans and rice
But the glass of fine Chianti
Is what made it really nice
Well I am a serial killer
Don’t you forget
If you’re listening to this song
It means I just ain’t killed you yet

Well I’m really well connected
To killers on the loose
I write them cryptic letters
Sent in that mailcar caboose
And if you want some information
You know it’s quid pro quo
But if you double cross me
Your end will be painful and slow

Well I feel that I should warn you
Your end will be quite foul
With proper motivation
I am prone to disembowel
And as you’re writhing on the floor there
Breathing your dying breath
In your last second on this Earth
You’ll hear me quote MacBeth:

I am in blood / Stepp’d in so far that, should I wade no more / To return would be as tedious as go o’er

Well I see those people sitting
In their fancy dining cars
They’re probably drinking coffee
And smoking big cigars
And I too long for the day
That I can ride those rails
But instead of Amtrack food
I bet I’d feast on their entrails