Who This Time

Limb resting on the back left tire
and a rain falling stirring up the dust
someone said a killer is worth his hire
here I am with a knife ready to cut
Mississippi Alabama Tennessee line
Sunday morning and the night’s not done
Bodies sewn together with old fence line
Sunday morning and the night’s not done

Head on the savannah road sign
Happens when a killer gets in his wine
Who was it this time
Who was it this time

Trees in the garden touching the ground
Window looks out on a box of shells
Down on the lake you hear the sound
Of a man shooting into his own hell
Horses come and stomp out the fire
You can hear the bodies hit the ground
How much blood to call you back home
You can hear the bodies hit the ground

Head on the savannah road sign
Happens when a killer gets in his wine
Who was it this time
Who was it this time

- Chris Mansel