I was born in the country
nature at it's work in the country yard
hey hey
I was blind from the city
returning my roots of a nature in the country yard
i was raised as a funky
rubbing my belly
looking forward to my country dinner
i can hear the mice a playing
licking my lips as i raise my razor claws
razor claws hey
I was born on a Sunday
sold my soul to Satan for a pair of shoes
for dancing
i can hear the children playing
playing with a scarecrow mannequin of the Devil
i was born in the country
nature at it's work in the country yard
where the crow flies
in the sunlight
I was blind from the city
returning my roots in a nature in the country yard
in a country yard
i was raised as a funky
rubbing my belly
looking forward to my country dinner
i can hear the mice a playing
licking my lips as i raise my razor sharp claws
I was born on a Sunday
sold my soul to Satan for a pair of shoes
for dancing
i sold my soul
i can hear the children playing
playing with a scarecrow mannequin of the Devil
oh the devil
in a country yard
in a country
in a country yard
way down south
in a country yard
in a country yard
in a country yard
way down south
where the country life
and the crow flies
where the country life
and the crow flies
where the weeds grow
from dusk til dawn
in a country yard
in a country
in a country yard