04-13-2021, 03:31 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-13-2021, 03:35 PM by RiverNotch.)
I spend my time with my head bowed low,
everyday gatherin sticks and stones,
nurturin that erb to spin me rope
to build myself a nub and tie myself a bow:
before I die, I'll see you hang.
When the devil don't care about the cold,
there ain't no thing like growin old.
When you sic your dogs on me to strip me down to bone,
there ain't no runnin on an open road:
there's only the alley where I'll see you hang.
Where my angel flew me on her saxophone,
I found no green pastures, no city of gold.
Yeah, I've seen the Lord comin, but his goin's slow
so he gave me a hammer and seeds to grow.
He wrote near the end of his book, you'll hang.
Beat up my daddy, burn a cross by our door,
rip up my mama's veil, slant your eyes some more,
call my brother fairy, call my sister whore,
the sea ain't gonna swallow us, the Jews all run the show:
well, before we die, we'll see you hang.
everyday gatherin sticks and stones,
nurturin that erb to spin me rope
to build myself a nub and tie myself a bow:
before I die, I'll see you hang.
When the devil don't care about the cold,
there ain't no thing like growin old.
When you sic your dogs on me to strip me down to bone,
there ain't no runnin on an open road:
there's only the alley where I'll see you hang.
Where my angel flew me on her saxophone,
I found no green pastures, no city of gold.
Yeah, I've seen the Lord comin, but his goin's slow
so he gave me a hammer and seeds to grow.
He wrote near the end of his book, you'll hang.
Beat up my daddy, burn a cross by our door,
rip up my mama's veil, slant your eyes some more,
call my brother fairy, call my sister whore,
the sea ain't gonna swallow us, the Jews all run the show:
well, before we die, we'll see you hang.