Muffle

The river dried up, no crops
The river dried up, no crops
Call the cops

Your mother told you to pick the very best one and I ain't it
Lover came home with a shotgun, shined that fucker up with spit

The river dried up, no crops
The river dried up, no crops
Make it stop

Ring around the rosie, baby it's a doozy
There's an ocean in between us or just a jacuzzi
Excuse me

The river dried up, no crops
The river dried up, no crops
Call the cops

Too many bullets, not enough ghosts
Too many nooses, not enough folks

The river dried up, no crops
The river dried up, no crops
The river dried up, no crops
The river dried up, no crops, no crops
No crops

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages
Step inside and marvel at the surprises that await you
We've got bumbling buffoons, juggling baboons
And just two doubloons gets you inside
Martyrs on order are three for a quarter
And every man gets a few brides
So bring the whole family, there's prizes galore
And fried hippopotamus bones
Boiled goose beak and rotten horse cheek
And bat's blood and blueberry scones
There's hopscotch and hacksaws and long legged dames
There's whiskey and venom on ice
Hot blooded harlots are six for a nickel
And boy that's a hell of a price
So trade in your skin and dance with the wind
Shuffle your cards and muffle your sins
Oh bless your heart, we're about to begin