Now is the end of the gentile Pluck aeolian harp, my child Beyond the lust of this moment Thin as a pine slat It does no good to call you mine You're a big brown bull Button up and button down Now grim pilgrim, he come around As he did he will roll Drivin' like there ain't no God at all He digs his hole I let him go I let him go Do you see the day far on? Brothers, it is a line There is no buffalo outside rifle child It is more than hunger That betrays my heart