The Legendary Shack Shakers
greasy creek
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Where Jesus Christ is the Dixiejew
(He inched along like a creature too)
Cometrees grow out the stinkinâ ditch
And the bloody-shins soak off the rickety bridge,
Floor-joists creek like the hinges of Hell,
And the head-countâs high down the waterless well.
The foetalâs met the fatal just a time or two
And the writinâs wroten rotten on a plank of wood.
What was spoken light will be tested at night
Where the White Thang sings, the state bird bites.
While youâre digginâ up tiny extra rows of teeth,
Behold this fascist Killmachine.