The Devil's Ride...

The sound of squeaking axles
The rattle of the bed
Sets my teeth to grinding
I see a wagon, faded red

There's a demon kid that pulls it
Little Timmy Jones
Cutting through my garden
He throws my dog a bone

Hey, you stupid dog!
I'm the master here
Chew little Timmy's leg off
Timmy's without fear

Good morning, Mrs. Smith
It's a beauty of a day
I baked some cookies, Timmy
I grumble;” Send him on his way”

The wagon is untended
I pick it up and run
I'll rid the world of urban-blight
And I'll have some fun!

Hey there Mr. Smith
Says a grubby little face
Watcha doing with my wagon?
Damn, I've lost the race

I was gonna fix it Timmy
I want to grease the wheels
It makes an awful racket
I give a good guy spiel

Now, we have it quiet, Timmy
You can go upon your way
Now, I won't have to hear it
It will make my day

Thanks there, Mr. Smith
You're a real good guy
Go on you little shit
I mean, I bet now, it will fly

What I'll do for peace and quiet
I guess, you'll never know
I pushed him down the hill
You should see him go!

Poor Timmy went too fast
Right straight into the street
I yelled for him to stop
I seen him drag his feet

The traffic was horrendous
He disappeared behind a truck
I was satisfied;
“He's gone, the little fuck”

A faint voice says; Wow. I made it!
I say, “Well, I'll be damned”
“No way, you little demon! “
I feel that I've been scammed

I guess that I should be afraid
I tell my wife; “Don't let him in
The Devil's got his back I'm sure
See his “Cheshire” grin?

Now Timmy wants to play each day
I don't think that I should go
Tell him that I'm sick, my dear
I can't shake this cold

I say tell him that I'm sorry
She says ”Whatever for?”
I'm sorry that he didn't die
“I mean, I ain't playing “War”

His guns are looking just too real
I wouldn't last an hour
That little red wagon's the Devil's ride
That kid, he's got the power!

He knows where I am hiding
I see him right outside
He looks up at my window
Hey Mr. Smith, come take a ride