Well I cruise up to the castle in my horse drawn cart
Thought that we could have a cup of tea then make a start
I explore the trappings of your bodacious abode
And check out all the naked pagans ‘cross the road
I walk up to my salon with some trepidation
Here comes a copper from a Christian nation
I trust that it refreshes you but no such luck
Well I'm a JP jigger I don't give a fuck
You claim religious is how the mainland sees us
But half the chickas here ain’t even heard of Jesus
I ain’t no damn acne scarred artisan
I’m a hip young virgin and a police man
You're a white boy from the main-land police force
Trying to intrude upon our island’s discourse
If y’all suspect murder y’all must go ahead
But don't come crying to your Lord when y’all end up dead
They stood inside the hall, the cop and the Lord
One was frustrated, the other bored
He'd learnt about the castle by reading a book
Just popped inside so he could take a look
Fake religion fake biology well can’t you see
That this island used to have a famous monastery
But all I've seen here are buildings made of wicker
Bitches dancing naked drinking bottles of liquor
I’m the Lord of this island, I'm the supreme king
I see you checking out my crib, I see you checking out my bling
My ancestors have been here since '63
When my ol' grandaddy grew an apple tree
I’d like to go and exhume with your permission
The body of the girl whatever it's condition
I don't give a damn about your grandad's weed
The Lord is my shepherd and the law's my creed
Well I’ve told you ‘bout my past; I’m a heathen
I’m not deceivin’, what I believe in, may differ from you muthas
But I’ve made my decision and I’ve decided your mission
Can go ahead but instead I’ll tell you now she’s already dead
Our Rowan was a victim of the island's flaw
Sentenced to death because our crops were poor
You’ll find her in the graveyard, plot number 3
Under the leaves of a rowan tree
I got 14 trowels 2 spades and a digger
I bought them last week to make the wicker man bigger
And I thought that I had already said
I don't give a shit if you go ahead
So I go down to dig up the child in the cemetery
Growing on the grave is a flesh covered rowan tree
I say to myself there's no place she can hide
But when I take off the lid there's just a hare inside
credits
from Letter From An Island,
released July 28, 2011
Music by Ed Cox. Lyrics by Ed Cox and Jamie Perriam
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