Tender Prey

Sugar sugar sugar
That man is bad
The road he drives you down
O sugar its a drag

That road it twists
That road is crossed
Its down that road
A lot of little girls go lost

Sugar sugar sugar
Keep on driving on
Until the city of right
Becomes the city of wrong

That stretch is long
You'll sleep and slide
That stretch will find you
Gagged and tied

The hunter lies
In a lowly ditch
His eyes they sting
And his fingers twitch

You'll be his queen for the night
But the morning you'll wake
With the lords and high ladies
Of the bottom of the lake

Sugar sugar sugar
That man is wild
And sugar, you know
That you're merely a child

He will laugh
And hang your sheets to see
The tokens of your virginity

Sugar sugar sugar
Honey you're so sweet
And beside you baby
Nothing can complete

Sugar sugar sugar
Honey your so sweet
But beside you baby
A bad man sleeps

You better pray baby
Pray baby, pray baby
You better pray
You better pray, baby
Pray, baby, pray baby
You better pray baby

Sugar sugar sugar
That man is bad
And that's the bottom baby
Coming right up ahead

You can smell his fear
You can smell his love
As he wipes his mouth
On your altar cloth

Sugar sugar sugar
Try to understand
I'm an angel of god
I'm your guardian

He smells you innocence
And like a dog he comes
And like all the dogs he is
I shut him down

Sugar sugar sugar
I can't explain
Must i kill that cocksucker
Everyday

You better pray baby, pray baby, pray baby
You better pray your daddy he ain't far away
You better pray baby pray baby pray baby
You better pray your daddy's come to take you away
You better pray baby, pray baby, pray baby
You better pray o tender prey baby tender prey
You better pray tender pray baby tender prey

O my o my
What a wretched life
I was born on the day
That my poor mother died
I was cut from her belly
With a stanley knife
My daddy did a jig
With the drunk midwife

Who's that younder all in flames
Dragging behind him a sack of chains
Who's that younder all in flames
Up jumped the devil and he staked his claim

O poor heart
I was doomed from the start
Doomed to play
The villians part
I was the baddest johnny
In the apple cart
My blood was blacker
Than the of a dead nun's heart

Who's that milling on the courthouse steps
Nailing my face to the hitching fence
Who's that milling on the courthouse steps
Up jumped the devil and off he crept

O no o no
Where could i go
With my hump of trouble
And my sack of woe
To the digs and deserts of mexico
Where my neck was safe from the lynching rope

Who's that younder laughing at me
Like i was the brunt of some hilarity
Who's that younder laughing at me
Up jumped the devil 1, 2, 3

Ha-ha ha ha
How lucky we were
We hit the cathouse
And sampled their whares
We got as drunk
As a couple of czars
One night i spat out
My lucky stars

Who's that dancing on the jailhouse roof
Stamping on the ramping with a cloven hoof
Who's that dancing on the jailhouse roof
Up jumped the devil and said "here is your man and i got a proof"

O no don't go o no
O slow down joe
The righteous part
I straight as an arrow
Take a walk
And you'll find it too narrow
Too narrow for the likes of me

Who's that hanging from the gallow tree
His eyes are hollow but he looks like me
Who's that swinging from the gallow tree
Up jumped the devil and took my soul from me

Down we go down we go down we go
The devil and me down we go down down down
Hell fire and flames down we go down we go
To eternity down we go we go down down down
Down we go we go down down down
Down we go the devil and me to eternity
We go down down down down down ad inferno

Sunday's got a slave
Monday's got one too
Sunday's got a slave
Monday's got one too
Our sufferings are countless
Our pleasures are motley few
Spend all day digging my grave
Now go get sunday's slave

Tuesday sleeps in a stable
Wednesday's in a chains
Tuesday gathers up the crumbs under the table
Wednesday dare not complain
My heart has collapsed on the tracks of a run-a-way train
Just whisper his name
And here comes sunday's slave

The hands in the stable are willing and able to pay
If you feel at a loss, man, just who is the boss-man
Ask the blood of one of its bad days
For his nerve is to serve but the sevice is a mockery
He insists that he piss in your fist
But he still takes the money anyway
The master's a bastard
But don't tell sunday's slave

Thursday's angered the master
O.k. so friday's gonna pay
Thursday's angered the master
Yeah, so friday's gonna pay
One night on the rack and he's back saddling up saturday
You can only whisper his name
But not on sundays
Never on sundays
O not on sunday's slave

It began when they come took me from my home
And put me in dead row,
Of which i am nearly wholly innocent, you know.
And i'll say it again
I..am..not..afraid..to..die.

I began to warm and chill
To objects and their fields,
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner meals
The meal trolley's wicked wheels
A hooked bone rising from my food
All things either good or ungood.

And the mercy seat is waiting
And i think my head is burning
And in a way i'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
And anyway i told the truth
And i'm not afraid to die.

Interpret signs and catalogue
A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog.
The walls are bad. black. bottom kind.
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath gathering at my hind

I hear stories from the chamber
How christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
Died upon the cross
And might i say it seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what i'm told

Like my good hand i
Tatooed e.v.i.l. across it's brother's fist
That filthy five! they did nothing to challenge or resist.

In heaven his throne is made of gold
The ark of his testament is stowed
A throne from which i'm told
All history does unfold.
Down here it's made of wood and wire
And my body is on fire
And god is never far away.

Into the mercy seat i climb
My head is shaved, my head is wired
And like a moth that tries
To enter the bright eye
I go shuffling out of life
Just to hide in death awhile
And anyway i never lied.

My kill-hand is called e.v.i.l.
Wears a wedding band that's g.o.o.d.
`tis a long-suffering shackle
Collaring all that rebel blood.

And the mercy seat is waiting
And i think my head is burning
And in a way i'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway i told the truth
And i'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is burning
And i think my head is glowing
And in a way i'm hoping
To be done with all this weighing up of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And i've got nothing left to lose
And i'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is glowing
And i think my head is smoking
And in a way i'm hoping
To be done with all this looks of disbelief.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway there was no proof
Nor a motive why.

And the mercy seat is smoking
And i think my head is melting
And in a way i'm helping
To be done with all this twisted of the truth.
A lie for a lie
And a truth for a truth
And i've got nothing left to lose
And i'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is melting
And i think my blood is boiling
And in a way i'm spoiling
All the fun with all this truth and consequence.
An eye for an eye
And a truth for a truth
And anyway i told the truth
And i'm not afraid to die.

And the mercy seat is waiting
And i think my head is burning
And in a way i'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof.
A life for a life
And a truth for a truth
And anyway there was no proof
But i'm not afraid to tell a lie.

And the mercy seat is waiting
And i think my head is burning
And in a way i'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a truth for a truth
And anyway i told the truth
But i'm afraid i told a lie.

You better run you better run and run and run
You better run you better run
You better run to the city of refuge
You better run you better run
You better run to the city of refuge

You stand before your maker
In a state of shame
Bacause your robes are covered in mud
While your kneel at the feet
Of a woman of the street
The gutters will run with blood
They will run with blood!

You better run, you better run
You better run to the city of refuge
You better run, you better run
You better run to the city of refuge

In the days of madness
My brother, my sister
When you're dragged toward the hell-mouth
You will beg at the end
But there ain't gonna be one, friend
For the grave will spew you out
It will spew you out!

You better run, you better run
You better run to the city of refuge
You better run, you better run
You better run to the city of refuge

You'll be working in the darkness
Against your fellow man
And you'll find you're called to come forth
So you'll scrub and you'll scrub
But the trouble is, bud
The blood it won't wash off
No, it won't come off!

You better run, you better run
You better run to the city of refuge

You better run, you better run
You better run and run and run
You better run to the city of refuge