The Weeks - Chickahominy lyrics
Each knife that's in the kitchen made of d** out by the stairs and there were empty rooms the devil looms and tries to keep you there.Talked hours about nothin in the corner by himself with the rifle and a bible screamin, "Nobody helps." Tell me why, chickahominy
I saw crosses on the road sir, just as far as I can see and they were crooked hangin carpenters pumpin electricity.No one stopped to take em down, they all let him do his job cause he kept lights on in the houses and brought sinners back to God
Tell me why should I believe you when I've been makin it along this road just fine? Tell me why should I believe you when all I see along these roads are powerlines?
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Starin at the sunlight won't bring him back to life.Send a letter to his mother, he had children and a wife.But to hordes of rats and roaches and the homes that held us all, he'll remember us tomorrow from the hymns that haunt these halls.Tell me why, chickahominy
He's alive in the morning with a firey fork and tongue, keep mistaking truth from virtue and then blamed it on his son.I was held up on the highway by a crooked farmer's wife who learned to shoot from her husband and then started her own life
Tell me why should I believe you when I've been makin it along this road just fine? Tell me why should I believe you when all I see along these roads are powerlines? Tell me why.Oh, tell me why