[bad word] on baby let me take your troubles away
 Some mean old mama’s got your head all in a horrible way
 Still for all your cryin’ and all your pain
 You’re just the sweetest little woman that I’ve seen in my day
 [bad word] on pretty mama let me take your troubles away

I’ve heard you wake up cryin’ from the evils lyin’ under our bed
 You say there’s no use tryin’ to protect you from the danger and dread
 Though this world is made of fearsome beasts that bark and bite
 We were born to put these creatures through one [bad word] of a fight
 May we feast upon the flesh of any fever that befalls you tonight

Soon her sides will split wide open
 We shall feast when darkness falls
 Sing until our jaws are broken
 Heed the blackened water’s call

Lay down your burdens don’t you let them drag you into the ground
 I know you’re hurtin’ but there’s plenty of your pain to go ‘round
 Lord knows that everybody’s got a cross to bear
 And I see no use in tryin’ to contrast [bad word]  There’s always someone being slaughtered by a bigger stack of splinters somewhere

If a day should break in anger
 Patience weak and temper strong
 Put our able hands to labor
 We will work through what went wrong