We had a little money once
They were pushing through a four lane highway
Government gave us three thousand dollars
You should have seen it fly away
First he bought a '57 Biscayne
He put it in the ditch
He drunk up all the rest
That son of a bitch
His blood’s bad whiskey
I was raised on robbery
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol’ mama lion
Can’t no high toned woman make me walk the line
You load 16 tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
St. Peter, don’t you call me 'cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store
I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag
I was schooled with a strap right across my back
But it’s all right now, in fact, it’s a gas
Never found Hattie and they never found the shack
Never made the trip back in
There was a parchment note they found tacked to a stump
Said, “Don’t come lookin’ again”
Honey please (Honey please)
Don’t come around here no more
Whatever you’re looking for
Don’t come around here no more
Don’t come hangin’ ‘round my door
I don’t wanna see your face no more
I got more important things to do
Than spend my time growin’ old with you
Hey! Don’t come around here no more.
Hey! Don’t come around here no more.
Hey, little girl, you don’t have to hide nothin’ no more
You didn’t do nothin’ that hadn’t been done before
Little girl thought she wouldn’t get caught, you see
She thought she’d get away with goin’ out on me, yeah
Come out, Cecelia, don’t make me wait
You Catholic girls start much too late
Sooner or later it comes down to fate
I might as well be the one
'Cilia, you’re breaking my heart
You’re shaking my confidence daily
Oh, Cecilia, I’m down on my knees
I’m begging you please to come home
I said see, (see see rider)
See, see rider (see see rider)
Oh, see (see see rider) what you have done
Sexy Sadie, what have you done?
You made a fool of everyone
You made a fool of everyone
Sexy Sadie, oh, what have you done?
Sadie, Sadie, married lady
See what’s on my hand?
There’s nothing quite so lovely
As a little wedding band
Since you’ve been gone
All that’s left is a band of gold
All that’s left of the dreams I hold
Is a band of gold
And the dream of what love could be
If you were still here with me
Rock on, gold dust woman
Take your silver spoon, dig your grave
Heartless challenge
Pick your path and I’ll pray
Hollow doll, you lied again
Don’t come here to pray so full of lie
Those fantasies invade like a cancer forms inside
Regarding the pain I’m counting again
Recover from this doll who you burning for
This is the healing way, the light is yours
I can’t forget
I got no means to show identification
I got no papers show you what I am
You’ll have to take me just the way that you find me
What’s gone is gone and I do not give a damn
Empty stomach, empty head
I got empty heart and empty bed
I don’t remember
I don’t remember
I don’t remember, I don’t recall
I got no memory of anything at all
I don’t remember, I don’t recall
I got no memory of anything
Anything at all
Saw the demonstration
On Remembrance Day
Lest we forget the lesson
Enshrined in funeral clay
History is never written
By those who’ve lost
The defeated must bear witness to
Our collective memory loss
And I went down to the demonstration
To get my fair share of abuse
Singing, “We’re gonna vent our frustration
If we don’t we’re gonna blow a fifty-amp fuse.”
Sing it to me, honey
I’ve givin’ everything I need
I’d give you everything I own
I’d give in if it could at least be ours alone
I’ve given everything I could
To blow it to hell and gone
Burrow down in and blow up the outside
Blow up the outside
Blow up the outside world