Muffle

The river dried up, no crops The river dried up, no crops Call the cops Your mother told you to pick the very best one and I ain't it Lover came home with a shotgun, shined that fucker up with spit The river dried up, no crops The river dried up, no crops Make it stop Ring around the rosie, baby it's a doozy There's an ocean in between us or just a jacuzzi Excuse me The river dried up, no crops The river dried up, no crops Call the cops Too many bullets, not enough ghosts Too many nooses, not enough folks The river dried up, no crops The river dried up, no crops The river dried up, no crops The river dried up, no crops, no crops No crops Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages Step inside and marvel at the surprises that await you We've got bumbling buffoons, juggling baboons And just two doubloons gets you inside Martyrs on order are three for a quarter And every man gets a few brides So bring the whole family, there's prizes galore And fried hippopotamus bones Boiled goose beak and rotten horse cheek And bat's blood and blueberry scones There's hopscotch and hacksaws and long legged dames There's whiskey and venom on ice Hot blooded harlots are six for a nickel And boy that's a hell of a price So trade in your skin and dance with the wind Shuffle your cards and muffle your sins Oh bless your heart, we're about to begin