The Sick Man’s Prayer Pig

The rich man he is lyin'
The preacher knows it, too
Take your punishment and the hunger fruit
Is hangin' low for you
The rich man he is lyin'
The preacher knows it, too
Like a six eye sand spider sittin' in wait for you
Like a six eye sand spider sittin' in wait for you
Like a six eye sand spider sittin' in wait for you

When the tumbrel calls
And you testify
Your equalise
With a tooth and eye
There's a house of tears
In the court of pain
You can disappear
Locks loose the chain
In the court of pain

Rich man feeds me needles
The preacher's stickin' pins
Help me remember and recall
Was there any truth at all?
With your two gun tango talkin' up the dead
With a nine millimetre and a shotgun to my head