Folk music is a bunch of fat people.
And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’ But I’ll know my song well before I start singin
Pain sure does bring out the best in people, doesn't it?
A million faces at my feet but all I see are dark eyes.
There's no liquor in the land that can stop your brain from bleedin
Witchcraft scum exploiting the dumb turning children into punks and slaves.