He came and shot her parents both in the head
Dragged them outside, put the bodies in the shed
Collected up her things, put them in his trunk
He sat her on his lap right next to his gun
The prairies of Nebraska soaked in blood
The love made between them using his gun
And the bodies stacked in rows
The dead they will never know
Showed his Caril Ann how to use a knife
Picked up slowly, killed with it twice
Shot who they could, snapped the neck of a dog
Stole a dead man's car and the engine stalled
They executed him with her name on his lips
He loved her in life just as much in death
And sometimes I feel like we're heading down the same road
Sometimes I feel like we're just like them
