Bastard son of the carnival strongman, taught to fear the white rat by his great-granddad. Still he ain't no slouch at crammin' 'em in with a bullhorn in his hand.
Formaldehyde's half empty but he tops it off with a bottle of burglar's wine. They beat a blind man to death with his own damn cane on a jam-packed saturday night.
Well he's the devil's understudy, you know he's always ready to fill in in a pinch. Well he gon' try to be your buddy, or maybe be your honey baby just grab an inch.
He says the grindin' wheel always gets the grease, though the blade is bloody and dull. But your (?) flies with the greatest of ease with a bible, candle, and skull, boys.
Bible, candle and skull. B-B-B-Bible, candle and skull, boys. Bible, candle and skull.
Equal parts floozy and flim-flam, she's the ugly one in her one-woman band. She says he ain't Mr. right, but he's Mr. right now, yeah he's my presidential confidence man.
He's kissin' hands and shaking babies from Herkimer to Hades, with his third-place trophy bride. Plantin' seeds of deception like a kudzu weed just hold it out, drop it, and run for your life!
Well even a two-headed fetus outta have a good home, not in the trunk where jumper cables belong. But that's just that kind of thing that'll set you off, resist his bible, candle and skull, boys.
Bible, candle and skull. B-B-B-Bible, candle and skull, boys. Bible, candle and skull.
Well the candle's snuffed and there's nothing left in the spotlight but bugs and bats. He took his one-drop rule complimentary mule and a dirt road to Arkansas, to his hometown of Hope at last!