Deanna

Oh Deanna Oh Deanna Oh Deanna Oh Deanna Oh Deanna Well, you know you are my friend, yeah Oh Deanna And I ain't down here for your money And I ain't down here for your love I ain't down here for your mon- I'm down here for your soul Ain't no carpet on the floor And the winding cloth holds many moths Around your Ku Klux furniture I cum a deaths-head in your frock And we discuss the murder plan We discuss murder and the murder act Murder takes the wheel of the Cadillac And death climbs in the back Oh Deanna Oh Deanna Oh Deanna Sweet Deanna Oh Deanna Oh Deanna Well, this is a car Oh Deanna And this is a gun Oh Deanna And this a day number one Oh Deanna Of our little Of our little crimeworn histories Black and smoking Christmas trees And honey, it ain't a mystery Why you're a mystery to me We will eat out of their pantries And their parlors Ashy leaving in their beds And we'll unload into their heads On this mean season But this little angel that I'm squeezin' She ain't been mean to me Oh Deanna Oh Deanna Oh Deanna Well, you're my friend and my partner Oh Deanna On this house on the hill Oh Deanna And I ain't down here for your money No, I ain't down here for your love I ain't down here for your love or money I'm down here for your soul Oh Deanna Oh, oh Deanna Oh Deanna I am a-knocking Oh Deanna With my toolbox and my stocking Oh Deanna Well I'll meet you on the corner Yes, you point it like a finger And squeeze its little thing I hear its kick, I feel its bang And let's not worry 'bout its issue Don't worry about where it's been And don't worry about where it hits 'Cause that ain't yours to sin Oh Deanna 'Cause it just ain't your to sin Oh Deanna Oh, sweet Deanna Oh Deanna I ain't getting any younger Oh Deanna And you're my friend Oh Deanna The sun a hump at my shoulder Oh Deanna And I don't intend to get any older Oh Deanna Oh, oh Deanna Oh Deanna Well, I ain't down here for your money I ain't down here for your love I ain't down here for your love of money I'm down here for your soul