I've got no home, I've done my time
There ain't no one who wants my kind of crime
If they'd have found the bloodstains and the ropes around the tree
They'd lock me up forever and they'd throw away the key
Instead, I'm running free

I tied Yolanda Gibbons to the old oak tree
It was three long days, no one heard her scream
If I'd have left her hanging on the old oak tree
And got on the bus, there'd be a big fuss
I'd be a level three
But I cleaned up real good around the old oak tree

Busted for child pornography
But there's so much they never got to see
I kept my homemade movies in a box up in a tree
The prosecutor failed to place me at the scene
They found one magazine

I tied Yolanda Gibbons to the old oak tree
It was three long days, no one heard her scream
If I'd have left her hanging on the old oak tree
And got on the bus, there'd be a big fuss
I'd be a level three
But I cleaned up real good around the old oak tree

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Now the whole town's in an uproar
And I can't believe I see
A whole forensic team around the old oak tree