Montauk Monster

I will be a bird,
I will be a monster,
Sleeping on a perch,
Underneath an overpass
Passersby will pour their eyes out,
Pull at my heart and beg me to move,
But I'll do what I'm told
And you can not pass through
I will be a train, you will be a stowaway,
Creeping down below my steaming locomotive
And while we pour through a series of tunnels
I'll pour my boiling water
And scald raw every inch of your skin
And what a spectacle to see you all unraveled and exposed Well you got too close, those hangers-on were bound to burn. It was only your turn I warned you,
I said "who goes there?"