04-01-03 - 9:09 am
The trees are fake, the air is dead
The birds are stuffed with poison lead
And the ground is much too clean
And if it's only me who's scared
Strap me into the 'lectric chairs
Ring the moon like a broken bell
When she drags you from the hill
Daddy's gonna burn down the still
We can watch it from the rooftop
Lay into the fryin' pan
Now she kisses her own hand
With the fiddle on the fire
I took a leap into the fog
Sleepin' on a hollow log
Now I'm coughin' with no mouth
You can keep yourself inside
But you know you cannot hide
When the devil's your only friend