Butcher Baker

Verse 1

He bakes the breads by morning light

Sweet dough, flour, a friendly smile

But by night he prowls the shadows of his mind

Testing boundaries, crossing the line

He takes them under promise of a ride

“Downtown, I’ll take you back safe,” he lied

Found a map hidden behind his bed

With little X’s marking where the bodies fled

Pre-Chorus

He said he’d start with any girl who caught his eye

Then learned who wouldn’t be missed, whose voices wouldn’t rise

Chorus

Marked on the map, shadows in the wild

Good girls, bad girls, hunted like a child

He flies them out, sets them loose, then hunts them down

Bob the Baker wears the monster’s crown

Verse 2

Cindy Paulson said the basement wall, the pole, the chain

“In my hands I see their trophies, I see the names”

Weapons, jewelry, IDs stashed away

Of women vanished in nights with no more day

He claimed “If they resisted, upset me, I’d turn them loose”

Bare naked, in the bush — then they’d run from what they knew

Pre-Chorus

He thought the wilderness his perfect stage

A twisted playbook for terror, rage

A rifle, a plane, a map sealed with guilt

17 graves he led them to, though not all were built

Chorus

Marked on the map, shadows in the wild

Good girls, bad girls, hunted like a child

He flies them out, sets them loose, then hunts them down

Bob the Baker wears the monster’s crown

Bridge

“And it worked!” they said, the mask slipped away

The baker, the husband, the man gone astray

“His face got really red… hair stood up on the back of his neck”

Transformation from small man to malice unchecked

Good girls he said he wouldn't kill

But bad girls, he claimed, were outside the rules he’d will

“My problems from school, my stutter, my scars”

He built his hatred underneath the stars

Final Chorus / Outro

Marked on the map, shadows in the wild

Good girls, bad girls, hunted like a child

He flies them out, sets them loose, then hunts them down

Bob the Baker wears the monster’s crown

No parole, no peace, 461 years of chains

But scars run deeper than any of his graves

Marked on the map were the names, stolen lives

Under the wilderness, under his lies