If his patience had its way
Would that lie come in?
Would they send him back to Texas
Weathered face and crooked grin?
Well they sang
Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Oh
Pounds up to the necks
Eating up to the roots
Drinking up the fill
And drinking a little more
Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Oh
Found you in the bed
With a hammer by your side
Sleeping up the day
While it′s pounding on your head
Well they sang
Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Oh
There's movement in the air
Just above the neck
Bodies all have drowned
And it′s been like this for days
Well they sang
Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Oh
Devil had its way
Would that lie come in?
Would they send you back?
Send you back?
Send you back?
Writer(s): John Baldwin Gourley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
