[Verse 1] In the middle of a Tennessee mid-winter rain A two-headed lamb was by the old ewe born And as she latched onto her mother The cry rang out double And she was dead in the meadow by the morning
[Verse 2] Before the fog had lifted the coyotes picked her clean And the old ewe resigned herself to lay in hay and bleed As he walked out that morning, the old man didn't look to see Out-of-season sweet persimmons in the old growth tree And I know scattered o'er the cursed world There are frightening bones to find Bones of people born too soon, lambs too strange to survive Born only meat for wolves or born a freak to humankind Still there were four eyes shining bravely in the meadow that night
[Verse 3] The two-headed lamb was found by the old man In a ditch by the meadow in the spring And as he scratched his head and chuckled Said "Even God can make a fuckup" He overlooked an ordinary thing Twice the robin singing in the old growth treeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
