now is the end of the gentile 
pluck aeolian harp my child 
beyond the lust of this moment 
thin as a pine slat 
it does no good to call you mine 

you're a big brown bull 
button up and button down 
now grim pilgrim  [bad word] around 
as he did he will roll 
drivin like there aint no god at all 

he digs his hole 

do you see the day far on 
brothers it is a line 
there is no buffalo outside rifle child 
it is more than hunger 
that betrays my heart