I cut the head off the demon
With the sharp end of a trowel
Cause it's a long way to heaven
With a trowel spade holding you down

I wear a bear trap around my wrist
It drags a foot behind my feet
With all my troubles on the pavement
And all my worries on the street

So let the cave burn
And the trees catch fire
And I walk square to the loop of the hangman's noose
And say, "I did it, won't you call me a liar?"

So cut the head off that demon
With the sharp end of a trowel
Cause it's a long way to heaven
With a trowel spade [?] holding you down

And I wiped the soot from my pistol
The blood from my shoes
Cause I ain't the same type of killer
As you

(Hold the [?] now!)

I left my soul by the river
And he tripped and he fell and he drowned
And not for the money nor the riches
But lord i love that god awful sound

So cut the head off that demon
With the sharp end of a trowel
Cause it's a long way to heaven
With a trowel spade [?] holding you down

Holding you down
Holding you down