A FRIEND OF WIND AND A FOE OF CHAINS
HIS CHIN TUCKED IN HE WALKED THE PLAINS
WE’LL NEVER KNOW IF HE WAS TO BLAME, BUT
HIS FATE WAS SEALED WITH A BLOODSTAINED CANE
WHAT LAY AHEAD HE’D RATHER NOT SEE
HE HELD HIS HORSES SO THEY WOULDN'T FLEE
HE HANGED HIS COAT ON THE ONLY TREE
AND WHISPERED SOFTLY DON'T FOLLOW ME
MOTHER NATURE WITH A CROOKED NOSE
LOOMED ABOVE HIM IN A FRIGHTENING POSE
HE STROKED HER LEAVES AND HE PLUCKED HER THORNS
AND ASKED HER WHERE THE DEVIL MOURNS
GO RIGHT THEN LEFT THEN ENTER THE CAVE
INTO THE VOID OF DARKNESS...
I AM THE MIGHTY DEVIL NOW
HERE’S A FIRE FOR YOUR CIGARETTE
COME OVER HERE SIT BY THE FIRE
I’VE GOT TO TELL YA WHY GOD IS AN ASSHOLE
