The Man in the Visor (genre-crossover cameo)

Strangest case we ever carried didn't fit the rest

found a man out past the quarry,

chains across his chest

Bone put her hand near him and flinched like she'd touched a

live wire

said "I don't know this frequency — it's not dead,

it's just...

far" (hmmm)

He's still flexing

still chipmunk-pitched and drifting

wrong county, wrong century,

wrong everything

but whatever this is don't care what decade it's visiting

We don't know what town he wandered out of or when

Bone looked as confused as I've ever seen her,

and that's saying something

we recorded him anyway,

same as all the rest

some cases don't make sense — we just carry what's confessed (ahhhh)

He's still flexing

still chipmunk-pitched and drifting

wrong county, wrong century,

wrong everything

but whatever this is don't care what decade it's visiting