He Came flying into the room
I know you don’t know see him
But I see him true

He had a hat on his head
With feathers and bones
Black rooster on his shoulder
He’s a long way from home

Oooh oooh

Hey Little boy where you going with that hole in your head?

Ooh ooh

Hey little boy where you going ain’t you suppose to be dead?

He said

I don’t know where I’m suppose to go…

Ain’t no angels here

Only devils and his whores

He had those graveyard eyes
A claw from a black bear

get up off your knees woman
Cuz” Jesus wasn’t there

When that man crawled
on top of me
And hurt me in my sleep

How many little boys in caskets
Lay under the feet

Ooh ooh

Hey little boy where you going with that hole in your head

Hey little boy how did you get that hole in your head
He said

I don’t know where I’m suppose to go

Ain’t no angels here
Only devils and his whores

The crows

They say Jesus don’t visit this here parts

I got the grave yard blues

That’s right mama

Got the grave yard blues

You can pour the rum

But don’t get none on my shoes

And they say he was a good man
And he lay close to death
But those bones in his closet
Made him fear his last breath

I found that old preachers rifle
And sent him straight to his grave

The candelabra
floats across the table

he took my hand in his hand
and said I am the devil

should of ran for that door
but my feet wasn’t able

The devil ain’t real
just tricks on cards
in gypsy fables

Do you know who you’re sleeping with tonight

I licked your lips and the stars fell out of the sky

Do you know who you’re sleeping with tonight

you could be the devil
cuz you ain’t no angel

behold my beloveds heart i’m dragging with my feet

first I bow in worship
then I’ll show you my teeth

I placed a little black bird
to nest in your hair

to un -weave all your secrets and spoil your prayers ~

Do you know who you’re sleeping with tonight

I kiss your lips and the stars fell out of the sky

his horns stretches to the heavens
as I climb on his back to reach it
and he loves the applause
as I paint him as a God

last night I dreamt
a goat was chasing me
and he drove his horns
right into my heart

He saw this pretty little thing
walking down the street, he
said hey little mama
wanna get something to eat?

He opened the door and she got inside his truck, oooh
by the way she was dressed
like she wanted to fuck.

His daddy said a woman’s body was like land to claim,
so he put my flag in her mouth
said bitch, say my name.

Things turned cold like river water over dry bone,
the devil’s card got pulled
now his soul was owed.
That’s when he put his boot down right on her jaw,

yeah ….men like him is what make up the law.

Her mama said girl
you better hang ’em from the gallows,
leave ’em swinging for the crows
under the moonlight shadow.

i’m gonna take your tongue and wrap it around your dick

then take your dick
shove it right down your throat

then take your head and roll
it down the street

roll it down the street to the crossroad

All the men went quiet when the fire burned down low,
and the women lean close like it’s something they know
’bout the girl who smiled with knives for teeth,
yeah… the one who walks with two black gators at her feet

Her mama said, girl, you better get up from where you lay
every man has a debt ..women like us make ’em pay.

They whisper now when the owl-eyes glow,
of a ghost that walks where the wild winds blow.

They say Don’t cross a girl from New Orleans
call her by name

no mercy

Her mama said girl you better leave ’em hanging from the gallows,
leave ’em swinging for the crows
under the moonlight shadow

She burned her dress and left it at the crossroads
Then walked barefoot with a man unknown~

Said she’s never goin back to the place that scarred her

Skin is stained by the man whose supposed to love her

I know nobody wanna talk about this shit!

Let’s sweep it under the rug
so we don’t deal with it

The woods is my church
walking in nature- who do I hurt?
(nobody nobody)
I tell the trees all my secrets
I bury my pain in the dirt

The child in her was haunted by his ghost~

Murder of crows stuck in her throat

Never gonna give another monster my power

I watched the paper gods they made burn down from their tower

I know nobody wanna talk about this shit!

we ain’t sweepin it under the rug

we gonna deal with it!

The woods is my church
walking in nature- who do I hurt?
(nobody nobody)

I tell the trees all my secrets
I bury my pain in the dirt

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Deer women

who wears the antlers on her head like a crown

Deep bows

Deer Women
healing the sins of their father

Deer women
Wearing the antlers on her head

Deer women healing the sins of their fathers

Burnt my dress
Left it on the crossroads

Stories need good endings
the kind that drag you clawing from the dirt.
Banish those men from your life
the carrion priests,
the grave-mouthed ones you bled for,
who would carve you raw for their supper.
Oh, how they fed.
Oh, how they gorged themselves
on the gift of your holy flesh.
Their bellies split with gluttony,
their teeth red with your marrow.
She cackled,
As she blew smoke from her skeleton pipe.
And there stood Mother
the hag of ashes and bone,
Her talons clicked like knives
Her back bent like a bow
her hut carried on the legs of crows,
She leaned close,
pressing her nose to my skin,
sniffing for the stench of rotten men.
Her tongue, cruel and lashing,
“Freedom, child,
is going to hurt.”
Spit the rot.
Crack the shell.
Lift the veil
Mmmmm.
“The naughtier the flesh,
the sweeter the broth.”
And she ate.
And she ate.
And she ate it up
until nothing of them remained,
and I alone stood,
reborn in her mouth.