That easy-going man of blood

Mucking out in the McLennan county mud

If you're hoping he won't well of course then he must

Driving his truck through the McLennan county dust



I read in my book on Sunday afternoon

So it's easy to think the end's coming soon

But though sometimes the signs from heaven are vague

Early November we got back the plague



While beautiful Laura's sweeping the porch

He's teleconferencing up his operation torch

And I don't care if he bombs Babylon to hell

Except for he's building Babylon here as well



Waking up in Cedar Rapids asking for allies

Praising his leeches and looking for likewise

Down in St. Charles local talent he hawks

Smirking and sowing the winds as he talks



In Northern Virginia on their excursions

L.U.V. in with all their diversions

Horns for hounds and spurs for horses

Release the committed 72-hour task forces



Bentonville and Dallas with gasoline douse

Then back to Crawford going over to the firehouse

Behind the curtains not turning much of a trick

Sicking ourselves to make ourselves sick



That easy-going man of blood

Mucking out in the McLennan county mud

If you're hoping he won't well of course then he must

Digging us down under the McLennan county dust