Ed of the Plains (UNDER CONSTRUCTION)

there is a land barren and black
black as the witches hat and cat
you see, he just got into a bit of a mess
he didn't know the twisted mind
he babysitted for his friends
he was seen by neighbours as simple and kind

his mother was a dominant woman
she had everything ruled like a hundred lines
you say god hates sinners 100 times
if you did wrong in her wide righteous eyes
you'd wish the day would take you away
and there'd never been this cruel cruel world
but she is right,so right, god is within her
she is RIGHT,
and anyone who disrespected her
his eyes would narrow and redden
he'd dream of gettin' them
and gettin' them real good
good that they're swimmin'
yeah, they're swimmin' in their own blood
their own blood
(he killed his brother with a shovel) SCREAM
said it was a shooting accident
his grieving mother did not forget
and she'd hit the other son with THE gavel

she died
there she lied
no peace for her
he dug her grave in silver light
the minister didn't know anything about
how she liked her hair brushing
how if she heard a cuss word
her cheeks would be red blood red
yeah he dug his mother up
...and that was when things started to get real weird
the walls once white turned a-red
these colours of anger and sadness in his head
"oh mother read the good book for me
just like you used to every night
i won't complain, i've seen the light
teach me about Jesus and Jonah
those people'd thought i'd outgrown yer
i'll hold your dress until the sun has dried the earth
until the cars turn to rust
until all objects man made turn to dust
I'll hold you while you just rest
I'll look after your Sunday best
Thunderbolts won't come upon me
Lightening strikes so bright will show my path -
The righteous path I stride
I shrink heads in formaldehyde
I learnt it from a magazine
South Seas aboriginal tribal dreams

I shuttered mother's room up tight
Nobody would disturb her
I've put her back in her home
How to deal with my needs
How to live within her tomb
How did he enter into this hell in hell
How did he dig up those bodies
turned into rituals and jangling bells
he dressed in their skin
this was no sin
he d-r-e-s-s-e-d in their skin
made human masks
catalogued noses and lips
Like people collect model ships