Dig a slow hole to China Blacker than a miner No turn un-stoned I tremble Hold my candle's handle Mama always said "You better come home" Stuck in the
Dig a slow hole to China Blacker than a miner No turn un-stoned I trample Hold my candle's handle Mama always said "You better come home" Stuck in the
Vertaling: Clutch. Stadig gat China.
Vertaling: Clutch. Dig 'n Stadige gat China.
Well, my senses are sharpened I'm half in the bag I got a Cheshire smile and A five cent rag. Day of the jackalope Abandon all ye faithful Abandon
Oh that Appalachian Way runs from Georgia clear up to Maine. Oh that Carolina sand runs from Kill Devil Hills out to cold Greenland. Lord, Lord, Lord
Organ grinder's henchmen shaking their coins in time- "Guild of Mute Assassins will convene at a quarter to nine." Behind the court house atop a scaffold
Under dogwood blooms Miss widow on her loom Eating peaches & cream Observer hums a haunting melody You've got an easy breezy wind at your back Most
Oh, I seen him walkin' On down that road He got a broken push cart With a heavy load Oh, Lord have mercy Upon my wicked soul Ah, he looked right at me
They landed in Manhattan With rifles and hatchets Stinking like the living dead Eatin' local fauna Like there wasn't a tomorrow As they fed how it bled
Went out the back of Halifax All the way to Virginia, Fairfax It wasn't weird enough So I went west to Oregon All I, All I wonder While I run Is what
The killer, Scylla, and the limping fool All the beggars play by the beggars' own rules On a sea of destruction All right A sea of destruction
You look so good while you're riding On your pterodactyl Storming castles with abandon And rainbows by fistfuls Now lets go dancing madly backwards While
Blackjack booted demons Have surrounded my home Got dogs and 'copters and keep ringing my phone Well I don't know if I'm coming or going If it'
