from the CD "Bone to Pick"
I'm tellin' you once  
and I ain't kiddin' 'round  
you got two weeks to get outta town.  
Gonna give you two weeks  
'till I break out the plow  
and set the scarecrow free  
from his stake in the ground.  
       So long!  
       Roll on.  
The plow is greased  
and it's ready to crease -  
better get outta town.  
    Tell me, daddy,  
    are you happy now?  
    Got yer back to the wall,  
    one kick sends you down.  

    That old black magic  
    has spun silk in my head.  
    It's much too late to turn back what's been done and said.  

      No kind of cash  
      deflects the lash.  
      If you chose to play -  
      there's hell to pay.  
      Are you happy now?  
          The alarm's been set  
          for the monkey and pet.  
          You got two weeks 'till -  

          I know that a man's  
          gotta make his ends meet,  
          but you soiled your sheets. 

Keith Karloff 
© Leather Volcano Music BMI