Little boy has died
Sister lost a lover
All that was left was a mother
And mother was despised

He was her Romeo and she his Juliet
They found each other in a life of defeats
For mother beat them until they resembled tenderized meats
Now that the final stage for our young lover has been set

Her lover, her brother has died of Aids
And she blamed it all on mummy
Time for the final act, and a curtain call to these vicious escapades

Now she is alone and she is going to die
She killed her mother and the death sentence she received
She remembers brother fondly one last time, before they set the switch to fry

Molesting the Corn

They stuck me there upon that hill
To watch over their fields and way
They never thought I would learn to kill
One afternoon in the month of May

The farmer shoot a bird to the mud
There it lay at the foot of my cross
My wood soaked in its blood
Time to show the farmer who is boss

Now all the farmers fear my name
And I thank the birds of prey
For helping me in my little game
Of making them all pay

What I do know, is the farmer who shot the crow wished he had never stepped off the bus

Or named his scarecrow Jesus

- From the notes of Scarecrow Jesus

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