I heard about the trouble they had

down on the farm

they say they lost all the white horses

and half of the corn

the woman of the house

she came screaming into town

we said sister why go crying

when you can watch it all burn down

and sit here dreaming

of our hawaiian island world?



the preacher said his church has been empty

two sundays in a row

I said no father please forgive them

for they do not what they know

been called on by the devil

your man from down below

and traded in their free-will

for a part in Satan's show

and they don't hear the screaming

of a dying virgin girl

they just sit there wanting

their hawaiian island world



the shopkeeper from Illinois came round

a freshly fired gun in his hand

he said he'd just shot a young poet

for writing something he didn't understand

gone were the lines that he loved to forget

safe were the folk words of truth would upset

with God right behind him

his gun by his side

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