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Rusty Jaw

 

Rusty Jaw

(album: Sea Savage - 2020)


Foolish foodie picnic in the castle ruins high
Spilling Shloer so carelessly around
The warning signs have faded and the people of the town
Forgot the terror looking underground
Fancy Dan the basket man, filling up on pie
Spilled a Blue Nun deep into the pit
Soon the bones assembled there will star to join and knit
A lordly monster rising from the crypt

Back from the grave
There's no escape
Vengeance that comes for us all
Stalking the night
Laughing behind
Steel teeth in a rusty jaw
Risen again
Feasting on men
Resort to a primitive law
Head on a spike
Ready to strike
Steel teeth in a rusty jaw

His fancy clothes are bogging and his sharp face is all rusty
They killed him and it made him quite annoyed
He's a rakish auld boldie, his brain jam is mouldy
Upon a time he fed on oiks
But times they're a changing and thirsting for brains
Isn't de rigueur in modern days
Aggressive rabble drive him back to his castle
Throwing half-full cans at his head

Remember the time when he drank all the wine
But the wine was blood and guts and human balls
But the story is true, the locals recall
How they split his skull and shat him up the walls
Burnt and shot and kicked and hung, and spat at in the face
And called a cruel name to top it off
He's a symbol of redundant aristocracy
Who somehow keeps returning in our songs

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