Her uncle won't support her now

He loves his Masons more

with their Boy Scout songs of Jahbulon

as they flocked to gore some whores



She says, "You won't get me home

You won't get me home

Everything I own is gone."



They built a wall around the town to keep her plague within

until all of the unclean had died atoning for their sins



You won't get me home

You won't get me home

Leave my mouth alone

You're old -- you're old!



You won't get me home

to jump my tired bones

Now leave my mouth alone and go!

Go! Go!



The Prince of Caledonia, he drives a diesel van

Yeah, he peddles skag in Hamilton

He's the reality man, reality man



You're not your own executioner, no

You're not your own executioner, no

You're not your own executioner, even though they tell you,

they tell you, they tell you, they tell you so!