Hunter And His Hounds

Cicadas sing such a simple song
 Pavement smells of a fresh rain
 The heat crawls up and down my spine
 Haunting another Saturday
 I know exactly who you are now
 A poisonous ghost
 I know exactly who you are now
 A poisonous ghost
 March 5th, the hounds got their piece
 The deer lay in the pines
 Death smells in the red clay
 That smell never, never goes away
 I know exactly who you are now
 A poisonous ghost
 I know exactly who you are now
 A poisonous ghost
 On and on and on it goes
 On and on and on it goes
 On and on and on it goes
 Where it stops, no one even knows
 Maybe the Lord does
 Maybe the Lord does
 Maybe, maybe the Lord
 On and on and on it goes
 On and on and on it goes (maybe)
 On and on and on it goes
 On and on and on it goes
 On and on and on it goes
 On and on and on it goes
 On and on and on it goes