Текст песни: The Legend of Saw Jones + перевод

Well, it was way down South where Sherman

Had Atlanta all a-burnin'

That his only son was shot and stabbed and killed

And to a avoid a lynchin'

For having gon Injun

That surgeon took a post

Out on that bloody battlefield

Well, he’s hackin' and he’s sawin'

And his chisles all are gnawin'

Through the grit

And through the grime

And through the grue

And he’s whistlin' and he’s grinnin'

And his eyes are both a-spinnin'

And his skull is burning coldly like the moon

Well, nobody knew how that surgeon’s madness grew

Like a fungus in the absence of the sun

How he pieced together limbs

And how he bayed unholy hymns

Like his ancient Shaman master once had done

Well, he’s hackin' and he’s sawin'

And his chisles all are gnawin'

Through the grit

And through the grime

And through the grue

And he’s whistlin' and he’s grinnin'

And his eyes are both a-spinnin'

And his skull is burning coldly like the moon

When he saw the body jerk

He knew his necromancy’d worked

Now, 'till the end of days it roams the land

And when it begins to speak

Of the grave, it always reeks

As it vomits up the secrets of the damned

Well, he’s hackin' and he’s sawin'

And his chisles all are gnawin'

Through the grit

And through the grime

And through the grue

And he’s whistlin' and he’s grinnin'

And his eyes are both a-spinnin'

And his skull is burning coldly like the moon

Then several graves were pillaged

And the women of the village

Met the knife and hook of lonely Saw Jones

And the men had had enough

And got a posse up to snuff him

But all they found was Junior

Suckin' marrow from his bones

Well, he’s hackin' and he’s sawin'

And his chisles all are gnawin'

Through the grit

And through the grime

And through the grue

And he’s whistlin' and he’s grinnin'

And his eyes are both a-spinnin'

And his skull is burning coldly like the moon

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