Indiana Swan Song (2006)

Indiana Swan Song (2006)

Indiana Swan Song (2006)

Written by Achilles Tenderloin

One day, I’ll spy you in a churchyard,
with a blush on your face
and say, “I’ll be your first rebellion,
if you’ll be my savin’ grace;”

and you’ll say, “I don’t really know you,
but I’m tired o’ bein’ so good.”
We’ll steal a picnic baket
and sneak off into the woods.

You can be my buddin’ rose,
if I can be your hookin’ thorn.
We’ll run off to Indiana
to go dancin’ in the corn.

We’ll run off to Indiana
to go dancin’ in the corn,
wearin’ nothin’, but the clothes
that we’ve had on since we was born.

Of course, eventually, we’ll tire
and I’ll collapse into your arms.
I’ll be pleased with my surroundings
and decide to buy the farm.

I’ll sing the swan song of our love,
as I go spiralin’ to the heck,
and leave my body in the cornfield
with its arms around your neck

and go down gladly to the devil,
knowin’ you’ll be up in heaven,
soon, where roses don’t have thorns
in their sides, anymore.

You can be my buddin’ rose,
if I can be your hookin’ thorn.
We’ll run off to Indiana
to go dancin’ in the corn.


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