from “Salt Peter“ (1996) Start at my toes, For this is where the evil grows My legs are sharp, might split your skin And spill the juice that feeds your grin. Take to walking up my spine, See my love drip down like spit wine And then I'll take your jewels in my bag And take 'em home to mama. I'll put your jewels in my bag And take 'em home to mama. Take the slaughter to the lamb Take the hung to the ham and back Take the neck to the crack and Pow! How does it feel? Whatever you get you steal And I'm bored here, rooted to the floor And what I want you just can't buy anymore So I'll collect your jewels in my bag And take 'em home to mama. I'll put your jewels in my bag And take 'em home to mama. I want some push to my shove, But your hand is in my glove And I'm mad, bad, ripped raw and bleeding Swinging like a beef hook
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