Ghost Clutch

[Verse 1]
The leather soles go shuffling in
Stinking of smoke and ten-cent gin
Now, who will toast our noble host
Who has, this morning, given up the ghost?
The wooden coffer, hand to hand
Kind words are offered, silent prayers
But she is satisfied the most
While stabbing madly at the roast

[Chorus]
The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve
The sons of Cain receive no reprieve
The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve
The sons of Cain receive no reprieve

[Verse 2]
The creditor rides with his men
The death of debtors, he won't forgive
They repossess his silver eyes
Now in the potter's field, he lies

[Chorus]
The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve
The sons of Cain receive no reprieve
The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve
The sons of Cain receive no reprieve