Oh Deanna
Oh Deanna!
Oh Deanna
You know you are my friend, yeah
And I ain't down here for your money
I ain't down here for your love
I ain't down here for your love or money
I'm down here for your soul
There's no carpet on the floor
And the winding cloth holds many moths
Around your Klu-Klux furniture
I come of deaths head in your frock
We discuss the murder plan
We discuss murder and the murder act
Murder takes the wheel of your Cadillac
And death climbs in the back
Oh Deanna
Oh oh Deanna
Sweet Deanna
Oh oh Deanna
Well, this is a car
and this is a gun now
And this a day number one
Oh Deanna
The little crime woven histories
are black and a smoking christmas trees
And honey, it ain't mystery
Why you're a mystery to me
We will eat out of their pantries
And their parlours
Ashy leaving in their beds
And we'll unload into their heads
On this mean season
But this little angel that I squeezing
She ain't been mean to me
Oh Deanna
Oh Deanna!
Oh Deanna
You are my friend and my partner
On this house on the hill
I ain't down here for your love or money
I ain't down here for your love
I'm down here for your soul
Oh Deanna
Oh Deanna
With my toolbox and my stocking
Well I'll meet you on the corner
And you point it like a finger
And squeeze its little things now
I hear it's kick, hear it's bang
And let no worry about it's issue
Don't worry about where its been
and don't worry about where it hits
Cause it just ain't yours to sin
Oh Deanna
No it just ain't your to sin
Sweet Deanna
I ain't getting any younger
And I don't intend gettin' any older
The sun a hump at my shoulder
Oh Deanna
And I ain't down here for your money
I ain't down here for your love
I ain't down here for your love of money
I'm down here for your soul