Bitter Cold Countryside

We soak the mush from bleeding chests
Our wings they need-a-fixin
We swarm the oven's open jaw
Our talons spread wide, glisten
We coax the Father's tenderness
From neath his chin unshaved
And smash him way upside the head
For all the souls he's saved

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And we buried him in the shallows
And we buried him far and wide
And he swayed some more from the gallows
Of the bitter cold countryside

Well he came from the great big city
To instill in us shrunken brows
And he came without any rifles
Any chickens, pigs, or cows

And he came on Sunday morning
On the coldest day of the year
But we don't want no uninvited
City slickers to come 'round here

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And he came with a badge of courage
And a book and a bag of gold
And he rode in on a white pony
That Ol' Bobby Wiley eventually sold

And he came a-preachin' Jesus
Fearing God, goodwill and hope
Then he loosened up his collar
And I said "Floyd....get a rope"

Then we hung him from the rafters
And we lynched him in the barn
Then we wrapped him from head to toe
With some of Aunt Opal's finest yarn

Then we chopped him into six pieces
Two arms, two legs and a head
And his mid-section made a fine table
Next to Jimmy-O-Wilkinson's bed

And his toes now creep in the river
And his fingers they tickle the corn
And his skull flies high in the hemlock....
From dusk till the early morn

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So let this be a warnin'
To you God fearin' urban scum
If you wanna live in the country
We're gonna show you how it's done
-DONE!