Serial Killer Blues

Lyrics

Looked so like the Devil Devil must have spat him out Into a world drunk on the blood of saints I said, he looked so like the Devil Devil must have spat him out Into a world drunk on the blood of saints A gun in his hands Rockin' on the porch He don't need no light 'Cos God is his torch Preacher gone fishin' with a hook and line But the fish ain't bitin' So the Devil don't mind The Devil don't mind Trailer-home cowboy Skinny n' mean Watchin' network news on his TV screen Serial killer on a mission for the Lord Rollin' down the highway In a stolen Ford In a stolen Ford In a stolen Ford There's room for one inside So climb aboard He'll take you further than you can afford Rottin' green Chablis Hangin' heavy on the vine Now he's holed up in a motel Waitin' for a sign Aaarh, look out! If God hadn't a' meant us to shoot He wouldn't have given us trigger fingers If God hadn't a' meant us to shoot He wouldn't have given us trigger fingers If God hadn't a' meant us to shoot He wouldn't have given us trigger fingers If the good Lord hadn't a' meant us to shoot He wouldn't have given us trigger fingers Now would He?!