I'm diggin' you a shallow grave
An to the sun your face I'll raise
I'm diggin' you a shallow grave

I seen death hangin'
Eyes closed no lookin' back at me
Ye he came and took himself in the night
The one who kissed em was greed

O everyone will see
An everyone will know
Boy you reap what you sow

I'm diggin' you a shallow grave
An on your rotten bones I'll raise
Black tulips
For my true loves hair

O I'm all hitched up an runnin'
O Lord where is the fear in me
In between your praying hands
You hold the skeleton key


I've grown tired, of the words of the single man
Hangin' lifeless on his every word - O man
You don't understand dear man
The little angel held out her hand
Saying FATHER, FATHER I LOVE YOU
O praise Jesus I got her

Ok yeah billygoat an we'll play farm
I didn't mean to spirit stiff you
Nor to doy you no harm
You say you've got a bone to pick
Well, there's plenty showin' on me
Come on up yea bring your temper boy
We'll see, we'll see

Yeah you may be the only one
Come on son
Bring your blade and your gun
And if I die by your hand
I've gotta home in glory land

I seen ya in your red room laughin'
With your shinin' coffee can
So many wrongs all kinds a goins on
Held my head an ran

I hid and did a bit more lookin'
Saw ya dancin' on the pine porch creakin'
Mouth open an doors down wide
Here's what was inside
I seen what I saw
Every man is evil yes an every man a liar
An unashamed with the wicked tongues sing
In the black soul choir

Yes an no man ever seen the face of my Lord no
Not since he left his skin
He's the one you keep cold on the outside girl
He's at your door let him in

O I will forgive your wrongs
Yes I am Able
And for my own I feel great shame
I would offer up a brick to the back of your head boy
If I were Cain

In the great endeavor to be free, all is open to mishap. The little butterflies know this, but there seems, alas... no other choice.
They flit from here to there, their roots are gypsy ground. And to pause too long, they fear, might be the death of the sun shining ever so gossamer on their wings.
I come from the ground up. I may not catch an angle of the sun so eloquently always. But I hear the warmth of the Earth and the sound is deeper than your wings beating.

We are all trying to figure out what is natural. The Book of the Law sayeth "Do what thou wilt, and that is the whole of The Law".
Trustworthy souls have warned me to never read the Book of the Law, and others say to burn it after it’s read. The book itself says you are damned if you study the text therein.

Etiquette altered itself a good deal for our generation. We make rules as we go along. Many fall for rules that let them be the inheritor of all fortune against all others’ odds.
In your quest for it all, don’t fuck up:
Talk, don’t be so damn cool. Even when u think you’re just “Be”ing, your being attributed by someone else. Make yourself known, or someone else will for u, and to what peril? You’ll luckily never find out.
Make sure you’re heard, and understood.
Make sure u know what the fuck.
Life can happen like a date rape.

I guarantee you’ll be happier with your cake if u know what it is.
The more u love things, the better they’ll taste, just fondly at your side.
U don’t really need to devour it too.
U think a sugar high will make u happy? --gluttonous fool.