Culling Of The Fold The Decemberists

[Verse 1]
Cut him up, boy
You've got to cut him up, boy
He's a wicked disgrace
And he said it to your face
You better cut him up boy
Take by the teeth
Get him down on his knees
With your hands all shaking
That'll teach him how to take it
Gotta cut him up, boy

[Chorus]
Ply her heart with gold and silver
Take your sweetheart down to the river
Dash her on the paving stones
It may break your heart to break her bones
But someone's got to do the culling
Of the fold

[Verse 2]
Cut him up, girl
Really cut him up girl
He lives by himself
In a hole in a wall
You've got to cut him up, girl
You can take him in a stitch
Dump his body in a ditch
Leave his limbs all naked
That'll teach him how to take it
Better cut him up girl