Fire in the Field

Lyrics

well the stars open up as the duke knew they would
I watch him stare in cloak and hood
drunk, pissed, and wielding no good
he guts the whore’s mother feeling he should

well it’s morning and I tail the duke through the meadow
I find him toking pipes with a red bearded fellow
then holding a blade to his throat feeling mellow
gashes a diamond waterfall an almighty rebel

the duke, the duke of the valley
his horse no taller than my Sally
the duke, the duke of the valley
his horse no taller than my Sally

at this time well the king enters the floor
he seizes the moment to inspire the poor
“let him wander the streets a pawn of whores
you know a mud-like creature with puss and sores!”

the duke, the duke of the valley
his horse no taller than my Sally
the duke, the duke of the valley
his horse no taller than my Sally