An Interest in Prosthetics Lyrics

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 wont 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.