Lyrics

Old lady bent like a question mark With a shopping bag and a skin of bark And around your neck I see a figurine like me Dangling on a leather thong I hang inverted all night long Yeah Tell me where I'm gonna die Was it worth the baby's cry? That's a tricky question, son It's been so long since you was one Honey, please deliver me From all that hangs upon the asking tree Yeah Beneath the tree the baby lay The sky was black and the pram was gray Its chestnut eyes roll round in fright But what hung up there on the right Ah no, no, this ain't me Hanging on the asking tree I don't know much but I sure can tell Your porky soul is gonna fry in hell And the grease will spit And the fat will roll like a hamburger That's all your soul is worth Processed beef clippings Tear the skin right off of me And hang it on the asking tree