Sickness born with life
She is a careful and patient shadow
Man's faithful enemy
Unceasingly transformed, rebaptized
Behind a different mask
I know it's always the same face,
Always the same eyes greedy for agony
Always the same compassionate ears
Listening to our moans,
To our heartbeats
Passive and disinterested
Like an infidel wife
This cold and wet mouth
Will give us the very last kiss
Death is red,
For those who experience her torments
Bound to death like a daughter to her mother
She gives her mass graves overflowing
Of sketched life, of projects and hopes
What's good to see her so active
Abandoned, in the arms of another plague
Humanity slowly disappears
Someone prays, some others cry
What's good to see her so active1992
See I was born a little pie-eyed motherfucker
Mamma she left me and my pappa was a hard trucker
Out on the highway we loved to roll
He never made me go to school
I never begged to go
I was a low class livin raised out in the sticks
I was born to be a hick
See I love to spend my days just a squirrel huntin
Go see my cousin Ellie May and get some good lovin
Kissin and huggin on some distant lands
People always tell me I'm a twisted man
Jim Beam in my hand boones kegged in shit
And I was born to be a hick
Ohhh I was born to be a hick
See I love to spend my days just a squirrel hunter
Go see my cousin Ellie May and get some good lovin
Kissin and huggin on some distant lands
People always tell me I'm a twisted man
Jim Beam in my hand boones kegged in shit
And I was born to be a hick
See I was born to be a hick man
Yeah I was born to be a hick man
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm a shotgun tokin
I'm a John Deere drivin
I'm a hick
Ah har