I hang, man, hang Cut me down, dead branch Only fence leaning heavy, deadwood, no survivors Termites coming back every day, another shift arrival, every night white ants Eating pegged legs, you got me about to swing for my hard times A dark tale about greedy cunts that munch Thinking it all is theirs to keep, ever-living creatures Bugs, parasites and insects soon will be living in the skinny You about to swing because your flesh is weaker than mine And I was doing time, done it before Must’ve been two hundred fucking crimes Before being born, I did I fucking did it, I am their little guy Sneaking in the back door, looming up a whore you call daughter Going pissy into your fridge I will, I go to hell, fire up the gas Blow a back pipe, bubbles big as your wife’s tits Give your butt a big trouble Yeah, scared little man You might know how to kill a man quick But you never learned to live in a world of sin And that’s the field I just found you in That is the field I will meet you in Stop it now, turn around Put a pick in the dirt, shovel down, keep going Going down, hack, pick, spit in the ground, cut mud Spill the blood, don’t stop because you are thirsty Keep going forward down for the drink you want Hick, hack, spade is spade Pick is pick, blood is mud Sunday school is a school of sluts And you ain’t the kind of man who ever Got to cum in thousand-buck cum cup And got your slut off the chain To add her sweet girly puss and drink it up And then we are done, bridge, chop chop hack Spit, shit, piss, pass around the three grand heavy water In a cum cup to fill up the guests Yes, welcome to hell Heng Nengh Po Nei Ohaung Vietnamese heroin chic in wifey Hi Hoey Phok She got the hit stuff, sniggling secret slut Behind the door open for the weekend Banging every day and night, she is the queen She does the breeding, eating, lying round In the fat-ass gallows, ya see, here is the dream, she is the— You, my hengh highway man, silent man Are the termite slave killer You take a heavy load ‘cause you are told That a sin is not so bad when done For any other reason But you never seen a hit of God’s furious vengeance come building Your daughter slutting, lying down Sticking her tongue out, cross-eyed stupid Pretend to be a whore for a dress to wear to work And she does the kind of thing same as you did Suck stupid dick for the working hard illusion of the money man Turn the dead wild cedar table over and they will come They will come They will come back and make sure they take you too You will not come No rolling a missing stone Too overgrown, no satisfaction Diamond tooth world, diamond turban A sew‑on patch on a leather vest Declaring Hangman’s Noose IG Original Deadwood chapter of MC Patch over angels’ marks and communists Bring a China plate Break a Chinese row All okay Go straight to bamboo hell Saigon burning up rearview Leaving, see you later down mid‑road Drags feet, she goes low on the hot seat She gets the job, she got hired Fire up the bubble pipes of Nana Girl Pipes, pipers, pips, they are a‑calling Girl wow, ehee, oh me Dribbly webs, believe, let me swing Do your little thing, arty annual Satan’s queen of the gallows Polish skin, pretend being fake Says here it’s mild rodeo spirit on the order repeat x3: “o end quiet choir hymns, hertz 435 hit me o end quiet choir hymns, hertz 435 hear me o end quiet choir hymns, hertz 435 heat me”
