Heart Of Hickory

HEART OF HICKORY
 It's a habit to be hip
 Like a donkey with a whip
 Or an epileptic pantomime
 Blowing bubbles with a torch
 On your dad's front porch
 Peeling off the stitches from your spine
 And when the love is dead
 Come and get your butcher knife!
 Open up my heart and make me happy
 Come and get your butcher knife!
 Quarterback got the sack
 crack backpackers in a black Cadillac
 How we sang with the gang
 It's the world that makes us cry
 They say it's dangerous out here inside these woods
 But the more you give the more you break
 this narcissistic loving that they planted in your brain
 when you were young
 Oh, come and get your butcher knife!
 Open up my heart and make me happy
 Come and get your butcher knife!
 The devil's on your bed playing ducks and drakes
 with all the pictures from your wasted youth
 He pays a penny for you lies,
 a dime for truth
 Count the nickels for your pills and booze
 Oh, come and get your butcher knife!
 Open up my heart and make me happy
 Come and get your butcher knife!