I learned a lesson real young
My daddy beat me raw
You don't fuck with the best, son
And a stupid man goes for my gun
I shoot fools and thieves
I ain't hiding from no one
Riding out on top of my horse, Piss
Down Westchester ridge
Loading up six talons quick
Blasting out all of my dip
No reason to be fair
I settle debts with looks
Killing cheats and honest men
Spade the queen of hearts on dares
Well shucks don't waste it all baby
I got no care for love
Sentimental time-wasting idiots
And I've notched more belts than you've dropped shits
While shoeing up my horse
I've killed more injuns from a thousand paces
My copperhead descends upon your life
My treachery slithering down from yonder
Biting up your wife
I only see you dying
When I slap that trigger back
I'll stick my fork in you, cowpoke
A learned man I'm not
And I tip like shit
"Here I lay me down to sleep
To wait the coming morrow,
Perhaps success, perhaps defeat,
And everlasting sorrow.
Let come what will, I'll try it on,
My condition can't be worse;
And if there's money in that box
'Tis munny in my purse."
"I've labored long and hard for bread,
For honor, and for riches,
But on my corns too long you've tread,
You fine-haired sons of bitches."
The latest Djunah LP channels the duo's heavy, intensely cathartic sound to reflect on living with and healing from trauma. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 14, 2023