Letra de An Interest in Prosthetics

Kimble moves to her
Sees the necklace of bruises
Where she was held down and fucking choked
Her fingernails dig into kimble's arm
Trying to fucking hold on
Ladies and gentlemen
Our fugitive's been on the run
Richard david kimble, vescular surgeon
Convicted of first degree murder
In the killing of his wife
Pleaded innocent
Claimed a one armed man did it
Her speech turns thick
Her eyes slip away
He sees raw pummeled brain staring back
And realizes she won't be alright
I want a hard-target search of any residence
Gas station, farmhouse, or henhouse, dog house
Or outhouse in the area
Check points up at 15 miles