Brimstone Rock

Listen closely to me now, my darling girl

There's one who's out to have you

And just His breath will burn your curls

Don't you fret, you needn't bother

Don't you fret, no, here come the Father, yeah

What you doing there up atop my roof

Creeping 'cross them shingles?

You 'bout scared me half to death, girl

What's your name, Ruthie Lingle, yeah?

Oh, yeah, I heard your talking

That little Jesus geek need a good arse, good arse clocking

Oh, yeah, done seen your mocking

Don't you dare, boy, think my Lord hath done forgotten, no

Nuh uh, no way

Yeah

I beseech thee, Lord, to clear my head

'Fore once again I scar the soul of that girl in my bed

Oh, Lord, clear my bed

Before once again I scar the soul of that girl in my head

Revenge is mine says the Lord

Or that's what I thought