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We've all heard the anxious wive's tales
Sewn by withered widows
Of cloven hooves and distention
And children on their tippy toes
As one slows to reconsider
The folly of an unthinking youth
The convenience of simple doubt
And the scourge of the blackened truth
It had the eyes of my mother
But empty and void of love
And the dominion of my father
I would do as I was told
It had always been here
In the beatings and the bottle
But now it's at the foot of my bed
And the smell is fucking awful
Him: From the pigs to your family we pay no mind
Me: And I can't seem to wake my wife
Him: Your father's father welcomed me through vice
Me: And I can't seem to wake my wife
I can't seem to (x 6)
Wake my wife (x 4)
I can't seem to (x 4)
Wake my wife (x 4)
Chorus
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Just Like Fay Wray
03:08
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(Mama always had dinner on the table by 5:30...)
Your daddy could never quite walk right
A bad right knee when it rained at night
A bum neck that wouldn't look left
Too proud and stupid to get some rest
A dour old man gleans fruits of labor
And left them out on the kitchen table
That was then and you took your bow
Like a kid on a bike you still know how
(Bridge)
I know you got it in you
The little train that could
I know you got it in you
You know you really should
So tighten up your belt
And put your Sunday best on
You're coming home tonight
And you can bet I'll leave the lights on
(Chorus)
Just Like Fay Wray
It's always been me and you
Just Like Fay Wray
There's nothing left for us to do
Just like Fay Wray
They'll never try and understand
Just like Fay Wray
That you're my girl and I'm your man
An old hand
I'll decorate for the party
You know Sweetheart - I'll be there
With tears streaming down my cheeks
And ribbons flowing in my hair
It wasn't so long ago
You left me for your aged old man
But not even God himself
Can make you come like I can
(Chorus)
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The Devil's Waterfall
04:05
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Monday or Tuesday night this week
I had me a fever, it was running high
So I put myself in a tub of ice water
And broke it Wednesday night
Now I'm feeling ornery as a stiff dick
And I got no place to go
So I set out to find me a honey
Who wouldn't say no
I starched my collar put on my best shirt
Ran a comb through my hair
Hoped God would understand
And I said a silly little prayer
And there she was at the end of the bar
With the weight of the world on her head
So I bought a shot and walked on over
And this is what I said...
I'll put on some Tammy Wynette maybe you and I can dance?
I'm just a lonely man looking for a bit of romance
If I aint your type I'll gladly turn and walk away
But here's a shot for the prettiest girl I seen today
Like a statue she didn't move
I couldn't help but wonder if she heard
Could it be she was hard of hearing
And she didn't hear a word?
So I turned on my heels
Left the shot - rejected and meek
Then she lifted up her pretty head
And she began to speak...
I've been feeling pretty bad you know?
Just a couple days before
And now the Devil himself is standing
Right at my front door
I aint saying I won't let you in
And you and I can't have a time
Here's hoping a fool like you can read between the lines
I won't pay it no mind
I aint too proud and you're too kind
It won't be the first time at all
I've played in the Devil's Waterfall
I've danced in the rain before
And I sure aint afraid to get wet no more
It won't be the first time at all
I've played in the Devil's Waterfall
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Fade in - 1983
Calcata - just north of Rome
A man with a heavy heart
knocks on the door of the Jesuit's home
The demons, they got me father
By the heart and by the balls
I gotta get right with God
Before the curtain of death falls.
Come on in son, make yourself at home
Would you like some coffee or tea?
Perhaps a cigarette? Before we get into the meat of things
I've led a nefarious life
Women and whiskey and wickedness
You'll be fine son. Praise the Lord
You repent - the good Lord forgives.
(Chorus)
I got one thing on my mind
I won't suffer this passive fool
I'll pray for an angry God
To slaughter the sheep in Sunday School
Bring forth the Apocalypse
The few and the saved will take to the sky
Science is my catalyst
And Brother I'm here to testify
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Five fingers to satisfaction
That's the way to void the transaction
Don't you know I got a disease?
Sailing seas with wine and cheese
I wear layers in the heat of the summertime
Making yours mine at the drop of a dime
Nah, motherfucker - I aint got a receipt
I just got the shit here last week
(Bridge)
I steal from the rich I steal from the poor
Til there's none to steal no more
(Chorus)
Put your handle on the bible son
And tell the Good Lord what you've done
Well I curse the fool who says less is more
I applaud - It's what God made pockets for (x 2)
Well it aint about money, fool
Cause a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do
A bond before God and all that hoo-ha
My little death is your tragic flaw
Well you light a match to your home's foundation
Burn away the holy consecration
Maybe next time she wants to get down
Give me a call - I'm always around
(Bridge)
(Chorus)
Well I'll steal your T.V. set
And I'll steal your cigarettes
I'll steal Robert Johnson's cursed soul
Back from the Devil's cold firey hold
I'll steal your credit card
Play Pancho and Lefty at the local bar
The jukebox says it'll play three more
So I play Townes Van Zandt til they close the door
Well I'll steal her innocence
With cheap red wine and diligence
One of a kind-no more to be had
Dad don't know and mama's sad
I'll steal your piggy bank
Empty it like a gasoline tank
I stole everything I saw
Well I applaud
It's what God made pockets for
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She should have been here weeks ago
And now my back is feeling dull and sore
The last thing that this family needs
Is another goddamned mouth to feed I said...
Bring the whiskey, midwife and the pain
The blood and the hurt flows all the same
I pray the little fucker will grow some wings
And fly to where the fallen angels sing
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The Peckerwood Sway
04:14
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Momma's gone bedfast - the cancer grows sick and thick
Daddy's grown disquieted - worried about the neighbor's dick
And the fat cat starts to purr...
(Abbreviated Chorus)
Line them up one by one
And shoot them with their own damned gun
We'll take their milk money and rub their fat tummy
And we'll save them all one by one
Momma's gone a bit simple from the bottleneck in her brain
And Daddy, all he wants is a mouth full more of the same
Open your mouth and close your eyes...
***Would you be so kind
As to save the date
As we indoctrinate
At 20 grand a plate***
(Chorus)
Line them up - one by one
And shoot them with their own damned gun
We'll take their milk money and rub their fat tummy
And we'll jack 'em off one by one
They'll be no uprising - We'll leave them all smiling
And kiss their filthy babies one by one
With fence and razor wire - We'll preach to the choir
And we'll save them all one by one
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Your Left Shoulder
03:45
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In the dawn of my eighty-third year it came my time to go
I stumbled off the stage with no applause and no encore
T.V. and crossword puzzles are all that she knows
Then she heard that swindling bastard on the radio
(Bridge)
Don't you dare spend a dime
'Cause I got a direct line
(Chorus)
I'm tapping on your left shoulder
I'm tapping on your left shoulder
I knocked your coffee cup over
I'm tapping on your left shoulder
Well it breaks this old man's heart that I didn't get to say goodbye
But there's an empty stool at the bar next to me in the next life
(Bridge)
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
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Hosanna
05:07
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We'll start with your pinky finger
Or perhaps your stubborn thumb
And the table saw blade will be set on high
I will carbonize your wounds
As I find it opportune
That you don't and won't
Bleed out too soon
It is not my duty before God and country
To say Hosanna
My heart is leadened and sad
For the task that is now at hand
And the table saw blade will be set on high
After I strike the blow
It is then that I will go
Take my leave
And will you to cry
It is not my duty before God and country
To say Hosanna
Hosanna (x 2)
Your mind has slown to a crawl
But I have the wherewithal
And the table saw blade will be set on high
With fees and electricity
I'll steal you back from eternity
If I find you are worthy of the prize.
It is not my duty before God and country
To say Hosanna
I will not always be the one
To take great pleasures in what must be done
And the table saw will be set on high
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The Third One
03:51
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One part rye meal
And one part piss
Pull ashes from the fire
Send the bitch back to the Abyss
We'll feed it to the dog
That boy will eat anything
And when he has a fit
That is when we begin
It was the fat one
Her familiar made it clear
Bless Cotton Mather
There is no minion that I will fear
I found the third one
Hidden under hair and stink
Stoke the fire boy
And woe to the heretic
Woe to the Heretic (x 2)
We'll burn her tits to toe
Smell the flesh-the black swollen heart aglow
The witch and her kind we'll suffer no more
The wonders of the invisible world
All hail the mighty blue pig
Never fat enough for your pious spit
She'll graze on to sink another ship
And we pray your god will drown on it
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