She's Hit

There is woman pie in here

Mr. Evangelist says she's hit

The best cook ya ever had

And ya can't blame the good woman now, dad

And ya locked him up for twenty years

And now there's action on the basement stairs now

A monster half-man half-beast grind

Hear the hatchet grind grind

The pilgrim gets one hacked daughter

And all we get are forty hack reporters

And uptown one hundred skirts are bleeding

And Mr. Evangelist says

She's hit ev'ry little bit

She's hit ev'ry little bit

She's hit ev'ry little bit

She's hit, she's hit, she's hit, she's hit

And now if and we could all grow wings and fly

Sweet hatchet swing low son

And I'm feeling mighty lonesome

And Christen the bastard Jack dad

The head-shrinker is a quack

Anyone, anyone who'd wear their hair like that

The vinyl is so cool but the conversation's cruel

Hold my head Romeo it's in a Rodeo

Hold my heart daddy-o it just won't go-o-o

Hold my heart Romeo it's in a Rodeo

Hold my head daddy-o it just won't go-o-o

And all the girls across the world

And all the girls across the world

Are hit ev'ry little bit

She's hit ev'ry little bit

She's hit ev'ry little bit

She's hit, she's hit, she's hit, she's hit, she's hit

And she won't get up

She's hit

And she won't get up, she won't get up, she won't get up

No

She's hit ev'ry little bit

She's hit, she's hit, she's hit

Goodbye