King of the Badgers

Woke up with a dagger in my chest.
The gods tried to lay me to rest.
They can try all they want,
they can try their best - my skin is too thick.
Oh sister, you slit the throat of the
lamb - spilling those warm words all over me.
Well, I cut the head off the Serpent,
while I was still alive and wreathing inside of it.
You got to make friends with the grave, before you go around the bend.
You got to drag your coffin with, we'll bury you at the end.
You say I got a blasphemous tongue.
Well honey, there ain't no song that ain't been sung.
And when you speak you spew out snakes
- you've got that horrible forked tongue.
Well I've driven my heel into the heads of
serpents much bigger and heavier than you.
Yeah you could stone me if I'm wrong,
'cause I wouldn't mind getting stoned
if I could kill the people that I loathe.

You got to make friends with the grave, before you go around the bend.
You got to drag your coffin with, we'll bury you at the end



Credits
Writer(s): Hendrikus Christoffe Lamprecht, Pieter Swanepoel, Barend Frederick Booysen
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