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 k**er 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