Lyrics
HEART OF HICKORY
It's a habit to be hip
Like a donkey with a whip
Or an epileptic pantomime
Blowing bubbles with a torch
On your dad's front porch
Peeling off the stitches from your spine
And when the love is dead
Come and get your butcher knife!
Open up my heart and make me happy
Come and get your butcher knife!
Quarterback got the sack
crack backpackers in a black Cadillac
How we sang with the gang
It's the world that makes us cry
They say it's dangerous out here inside these woods
But the more you give the more you break
this narcissistic loving that they planted in your brain
when you were young
Oh, come and get your butcher knife!
Open up my heart and make me happy
Come and get your butcher knife!
The devil's on your bed playing ducks and drakes
with all the pictures from your wasted youth
He pays a penny for you lies,
a dime for truth
Count the nickels for your pills and booze
Oh, come and get your butcher knife!
Open up my heart and make me happy
Come and get your butcher knife!
