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Burn Witch Burn - Night of 100 Popes lyrics
The horse is in the stable and the pigs are in the pen Grandma's in the basement screamin' `bout the little men Grandpa's gone to Felonville to get a decent meal An'I'm sittin' on the rooftop seein' circles in the field [Chorus]- Please let me slip way down to the Earth Won't you cover up my bones with a hundred feet of dirt Just let me feel the tug of the quiksand The pace of rural living's so much more than I can stand - [End Chorus] Daddy's been arrested for a crime I can't pronounce The caught him in the bushes greased & ready to pounce The Sheriff says this time my Daddy's goin' away for good They found his box of pictures in a shack up by the the woods [Chorus] Mamma says she's glad that Daddy won't be `round much longer She was nothin' more than a drunk whore monger The Minister on Sunday denounced Daddy from the pulpit He said someone touched his daughter an' my Daddy was the culprit Now the town is angry & they want us all to leave They say we are nothing more than Gypsies, tramps, & thieves And although a hidden feelin' tells me things'll be all right I know that Grandma saw the little men again the other night [Chorus] x 2 |
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