Cutter Man

Wooden slats, Where the sidewalk cracked,
Stencils on the pavement, bleeding into the urban crawl,
A slide and a man sitting sinister nearby,
With some not so little girls where the carousel had been,
Not aware of the thoughts he's entertaining,
Yeah, he's watching them tonight,
Streetside, instead of the club lights,
Cuz sometimes, a little bit of throat slitting,
Requires a change of scenery.