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Whorseradish

from Live by Bad Frankenhausen

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Old man writhing in the dirt and gnawing through a whoresradish biding his time
His old girl fixin' to be tricks in with the poison that she's mixing sends him out his mind
They're digging up a grave cos they heard the bounty and the gold from a man at a bar
And they're kicking up a stink, they dig a hole and take a drink and they curse his rotten name.

Old girl riding on horse, past a church down a road on the main street in town
Old sack hanging from her back. Haste. gun from her waist and blood dripping down
She cursed all she cursed and she dug up the hole till the whole of the gold was hers
then she whipped it in her sack and now she's never looking back, gonna ride right outta town

Old man slithering down the path on his back, past the church on the main street in town.
The thoughts turn to love, but a figure stands above, eyes black, void of life, bearing down.
He drags him to the grave that he told the man and wife about. He lied to ensnare and to drown.
And the old Baron laughs, turns and walks the jaded path and he never will return!
Old man writhing in the dirt and gnawing through a whoresradish biding his time
Old man writhing in the dirt and gnawing through a whoresradish rotting his mind!

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from Live, released December 22, 2015
Written by Bad Frankenhausen
© Bad Frankenhausen 2015
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