Heart of Hickory - Major Parkinson

It’s a habit to be hip

Like a donkey with a whip

Or an epileptic pantomime

Blowing bubbles with a torch

On your dad’s front porch

Peeling off the stitches from your spine

And when the love is dead

Come and get your butcher knife!

Open up my heart and make me happy

Come and get your butcher knife!

Quarterback got the sack

Crack backpackers in a black Cadillac

How we sang with the gang

It’s the world that makes us cry

They say it’s dangerous out here inside these woods

But the more you give the more you break

This narcissistic loving that they planted in your brain

When you were young

Oh, come and get your butcher knife!

Open up my heart and make me happy

Come and get your butcher knife!

The devil’s on your bed playing ducks and drakes

With all the pictures from your wasted youth

He pays a penny for you lies

A dime for truth

Count the nickels for your pills and booze

Oh, come and get your butcher knife!

Open up my heart and make me happy

Come and get your butcher knife!