Each knife that's in the kitchen made of d**gs out by the stairs and there were empty
Rooms the devil looms and tries to keep you there Talked hours
About nothin in the corner by himself with the rifle and a bible screamin
Nobody helps Tell me why chickahominy
I saw crosses on the road sir just as far as I can see and they were crooked hangin
Carpenters pumpin electricity No one stopped to take em down
They all let him do his job cause he kept lights on in the houses and brought sinners back to God
Tell me why should I believe you when I've been makin it along this road just fine
Tell me why should I believe you when all I see along these roads are powerlines
Starin at the sunlight won't bring him back to life Send a letter to his mother
He had children and a wife But to hordes of rats and roaches and the homes
That held us all he'll remember us tomorrow from the hymns that haunt these halls
Tell me why chickahominy
He's alive in the morning with a firey fork and tongue
Keep mistaking truth from virtue and then blamed it on his son
I was held up on the highway by a crooked farmer's wife
Who learned to shoot from her husband and then started her own life
Tell me why should I believe you when I've been makin it along this road just fine
Tell me why should I believe you when all I see along these roads are powerlines
Tell me why Oh tell me why
Chickahominy
