Symmes Township Suicide Club

Down the road at 90
Falling rocks and caved in trestles
Lose it at 100
Packs of wild dogs and killer frogs
Axe murderers in the vicinity
Hidden bogs and fallen logs
And sudden loss of virginity
It's suicide with symme-try
Get to the corporation line!
Get to the corporation line!
Gotta be out by five of nine
Gotta get out of here in time!
Point me down the road to Indian Hill
Hurry me out of this homicidal hell
Their bikes are all polished, engines are tuned
Leather vaseline coated
Hair slicked back and well groomed
They ride at nine, under the full moon
Your chances are slim tonight
Your headlights are dimmed tonight
It's not safe in Symmes tonight
With the Symmes Township Suicide Club
On the loose!