Old Roger - Graham Lindsey

Old Roger he lives at the top of the hill

He killed his wife and children

Oh my god he must be crazy

You’d better gather round and listen

He snuck into town when the sun went down

Slaughtered all the cows and chickens

But he didn’t kill the pigs and instead he gave them all wings

And sent them off to work in jobs of high positions

Old Rodger he took himself a fine young gal now

And smeared her heart apart with vicious lies

Now she wanders all the streets just trying to feel complete

With a million idiots between her thighs

Sometimes he lives in the country baby

Sometimes he lives in town

Sometimes you get a notion baby

To jump in the river and drown

Old Rodger he gave you a good reason to die now

And even better one to kill for

Then he marches everyone off to war he’s done it a million times before

And it just keeps getting easier and easier

And I hear he’s still in his shed writing paychecks to the dead

The thunder rolls and all the coyotes howl

Ain’t it awfully fucking clever how he’s gonna live forever

With no savior except the one who cast him down