Banjo of Blood

Down in the hollow where the light won't go

(blegh) Roots drink deep of the dirt below We reap the harvest

that we did not sow

Sing

for the soil, rot in the ground (shrieeek) No salvation to be

found Listen close to the scraping sound

Old man's cabin on the ridge on fire Spit the ash,

feed the funeral pyre Strung up tight on a rusted wire

Bury it deep!

(ha-ha-ha) Bury it deep!