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Back when I was a youngish man
this was a tale I heard,
and thinking back upon in now,
just makes it seem absurd.
It was about a truck-driver
out roaming the highways,
but cargo wasn’t what he brought,
when he showed up to play.
Some say he was a soldier bold,
or maybe once a cop,
all folks knew was when he came ’round
the bad guys seemed to drop.
Just for the worst of the worst
that seemed to be his creed,
Truck-driving vigilante
is coming to your street.

They say a serial killer
stalked Nebraska backroads,
until they found his neck twisted
as far as it could go,
His body was left in a ditch
as food for the coyotes,
and they saw truck tracks driving off,
away and down the road.
In Idaho a charity
turned out to be a scam,
money meant for a food kitchen
was snatched by the head man,
the same night the man’s house burned down
with his stolen money,
Truck-driving vigilante
is cleaning up your streets.

One day he drove to Hollywood
found one of their pedos,
who passed kid actors all around
we all know how that goes.
He snuck into the man’s mansion
and there what did he do?
He bound the bastard hand-and-foot
then drove him to the zoo.
Threw him in with the grizzly bear,
splashed him with female scent,
the folks watched the bear have his way,
and insane the man went.
For months after that Sodom town
cooled its debauchery,
Truck-driving vigilante
is cleaning up your streets.

Far south they say a drug cartel
sent its hitmen up north,
to set up shop in a small town
with corrupt mayor abhorred,
endlessly crying ‘racism!’
to any who’d resist,
before those same souls ‘disappeared,’
no one tried to stop this.
Until a big truck came to town
and the very next day
they found bodies outside the town,
shoed the vultures away,
six hired hitmen and a mayor
quite the carrion feast,
Truck-driving vigilante
is cleaning up your streets.

In D.C. a politician,
member of the deep state,
was rumored to traffic people,
to pay for his estate.
But he knew the right wokish types,
the cops would not pursue,
how many were paid off with girls
was something no one knew.
The internet screamed about it,
but none would pay them heed,
until a warehouse was attacked,
countless lost children freed.
Media tried to hide it all
with a disdainful scoff...
until they found the congressmen
with his manhood lopped off.
He babbled on about a truck,
in panic did he bleat,
Truck-driving vigilante
is still roaming the streets…
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