Bastard son of the carnival strongman,
taught to fear the white rat by his great-granddad.
Still he ain't no slouch at crammin' 'em in
with a bullhorn in his hand.

Formaldehyde's half empty but he tops it off
with a bottle of burglar's wine.
They beat a blind man to death with his own damn cane
on a jam-packed saturday night.

Well he's the devil's understudy, you know he's always ready
to fill in in a pinch.
Well he gon' try to be your buddy, or maybe be your honey
baby just grab an inch.

He says the grindin' wheel always gets the grease,
though the blade is bloody and dull.
But your (?) flies with the greatest of ease
with a bible, candle, and skull, boys.

Bible, candle and skull.
B-B-B-Bible, candle and skull, boys.
Bible, candle and skull.

Equal parts floozy and flim-flam,
She says he ain't Mr. right, but he's Mr. right now,
yeah he's my presidential confidence man.

He's kissin' hands and shaking babies
from Herkimer to Hades, with his third-place trophy bride.
Plantin' seeds of deception like a kudzu weed
just hold it out, drop it, and run for your life!

Well even a two-headed fetus outta have a good home,
not in the trunk where jumper cables belong.
But that's just that kind of thing that'll set you off,
resist his bible, candle and skull, boys.

Bible, candle and skull.
B-B-B-Bible, candle and skull, boys.
Bible, candle and skull.

Well the candle's snuffed and there's nothing left
in the spotlight but bugs and bats.
He took his one-drop rule complimentary mule
and a dirt road to Arkansas,
to his hometown of Hope at last!