I’ve made peace
with the end of the world.
I’ve talked with the Man in the Sky.
He told me,
“Don’t worry, I’m coming.”
so I’m waiting
to watch Him walk by.
He’s coming home,
gonna clean His castle
by burning that bitch
to the floor.
When the land’s been razed,
all those little critters
won’t run through the thicket
no more.
Run through the thicket,
run, run through the thicket,
run through the thicket no more.
Gotta have balls
when the axe handle falls
and splits the others,
who aren’t really here at all.
Lost in the suckers,
who can you call?
All you motherfuckers,
how low can you crawl?
Sneaking,
but there’s creaking
in the old screen door;
they won’t run through the thicket no more.
Run through the thicket,
run, run through the thicket,
run through the thicket no more.
Never gonna get
all the blood from my hands.
I cling to my sins,
like a fool in the wild.
I walk like a man,
but I laugh like a child.
Broke both feet,
still got a few miles.
Lost a few teeth,
you should see me smile.
When the End Times come,
boy, I’m going in style,
but the rest gon’ run,
’cause they know what’s in store;
they ain’t gonna run through the thicket no more.
Run through the thicket,
run, run through the thicket,
run through the thicket
no more.
HG – 2016
