Lyric Context Universe
we'll call 'em
she got a six foot pitchfork
i see the wrecking-ball
we'll call 'em
she got a six foot pitchfork
i see the wrecking-ball
i swear she's got horns and a tail
a pitchfork and a book of spells
speak of the devil here she comes
i swear she's got horns and a tail
a pitchfork and a book of spells
speak of the devil here she comes
halos and horns
they got pitchforks and harps
i'm singin' you the story so that it be told
halos and horns
they got pitchforks and harps
i'm singin' you the story so that it be told
there's a storm on the wind in the whites of their eyes
pitchfork lightning strikes the ground
shadows march to the storm drum sound
there's a storm on the wind in the whites of their eyes
pitchfork lightning strikes the ground
shadows march to the storm drum sound
you dead right
i've never been on that website with the pitchfork
i'm dead right?
you dead right
i've never been on that website with the pitchfork
i'm dead right?
And a foreign empire's hungry purse
Time to replace pitchfork with sword
And sound the anthem of sheer rebellion
And a foreign empire's hungry purse
Time to replace pitchfork with sword
And sound the anthem of sheer rebellion
yes she sings
my miss pitchfork pinch
yes she pinch
yes she sings
my miss pitchfork pinch
yes she pinch
and a foreign empires hungry purse
time to replace the pitchfork with the sword
and sound the anthem of sheer rebellion
and a foreign empires hungry purse
time to replace the pitchfork with the sword
and sound the anthem of sheer rebellion
now here come the wolves with whips
and 40 goats with pitchfork sticks
and look there is a lunatic
now here come the wolves with whips
and 40 goats with pitchfork sticks
and look there is a lunatic
would feel right at home in hell
ya stick me with a pitchfork
just to hear me yell
would feel right at home in hell
ya stick me with a pitchfork
just to hear me yell
tarred and feathered on the old dirt road
trying to shovel smoke with a pitchfork in the wind
yeah yeah yeah
tarred and feathered on the old dirt road
trying to shovel smoke with a pitchfork in the wind
yeah yeah yeah
you gone quick- on a mission to meet your savior
a pitchfork through your bitch-heart castlevania. slayin ya'- we blaze all men
and storm through allah battlefield with suede timbs
you gone quick- on a mission to meet your savior
a pitchfork through your bitch-heart castlevania. slayin ya'- we blaze all men
and storm through allah battlefield with suede timbs
tarred and feathered on the old dirt road
trying to shovel smoke with a pitchfork in the wind
yeah yeah yeah
tarred and feathered on the old dirt road
trying to shovel smoke with a pitchfork in the wind
yeah yeah yeah
tarred and feathered on the old dirt road
it's like trying to shovel smoke with a pitchfork in the wind
breezin through the dead wood on a hot summer day
tarred and feathered on the old dirt road
it's like trying to shovel smoke with a pitchfork in the wind
breezin through the dead wood on a hot summer day
with his hands around my throat
felt the barbs of his pitchfork pressing up against my soul
no i will not pledge allegiance to a serpent hanging on a tree
with his hands around my throat
felt the barbs of his pitchfork pressing up against my soul
no i will not pledge allegiance to a serpent hanging on a tree
i'd stop and start to crop apart the shopping carts
and fashion pitchforks from the bars until i felt a sense of self-defense
i'd meld a fence around the produce sector and i wouldn't have to spend a cent
i'd stop and start to crop apart the shopping carts
and fashion pitchforks from the bars until i felt a sense of self-defense
i'd meld a fence around the produce sector and i wouldn't have to spend a cent
spread out a blanket in a favorite spot
pitch that pitchfork out the way
hillbillies love it in the hay
spread out a blanket in a favorite spot
pitch that pitchfork out the way
hillbillies love it in the hay
a man and his mother
forensics reveals the lady has pitchfork wounds in her chest
pitchfork!
a man and his mother
forensics reveals the lady has pitchfork wounds in her chest
pitchfork!
'cause there's a god-awful shitty feeling of dread in my heart
yeah. there's a devil in my brain with a pitchfork and a flame
yeah
'cause there's a god-awful shitty feeling of dread in my heart
yeah. there's a devil in my brain with a pitchfork and a flame
yeah
and if the thought makes you feel queasy
grab a pitchfork from the shed
and kill a puppydog instead!
and if the thought makes you feel queasy
grab a pitchfork from the shed
and kill a puppydog instead!