Deanna
O DEANNA O Deanna! Sweet Deanna!
You know you are my friend, yeah
And I ain't down here for your money
I ain't down here for your love or money
I'm down here for your soul
No carpet on the floor
And the winding-cloth holds many moths
Around your Ku Klux furniture
I cum a deaths-head in your frock
We discuss the murder pact
We discuss murder and the murder act
Murder takes the wheel of the Cadillac
And death climbs in the back
O DEANNA This is a car
O DEANNA This is a gun
O DEANNA And this a day number one
O DEANNA Our little crimeworn histories
Black and smoking Xmas trees
And honey, it ain't a mystery
Why you're a mystery to me
We will eat out of their pantries
And their parlours
Ashy leavings in their beds
And we'll unload into their heads
On this mean season
This little angel that I squeezin'
She ain't been mean to me
O DEANNA are my friend and my partner
O DEANNA On this house on the hill
O DEANNA I ain't down here for ur money
I ain't down here for your love or money
I'm down here for your soul
I am a-knocking
With my toolbox and my stocking
And I'll meet you on the corner
Yes, you ponit it like a finger
And squeeze its little thing
Feel its kick, hear it bang
And lets not worry about its issue
Don't worry about where its been
and don't worry about where it hits
Cause it just ain't yours to sin
No it just ain't yours to sin Sweet Deanna
And we ain't getting any younger
And I don't intend gettin' any older
The sun a hump at my shoulder
O DEANNA Sweet Deanna O DEANNA
And I ain't down here for your money
I ain't down here for your love of money
I'm down here for your soul
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