Don't Look Down - Foxtails Brigade

Joseph Caraway orphaned unwise

Took short cuts to his demise

Footsteps treading on only the cracks

Leave the shapes of cloven tracks

Innocent, innocent found

Misery, misery bound

Penitence, penitence sound

Vera Vandemark, all dressed in white

Never slept without the light

Headless rattlesnakes inside their caves

Preying on the souls of slaves

Innocent innocent found

Misery misery bound

Penitence penitence

Sound the church bells

Burn the flowers

Call upon the darkest hours

Story teller’s pen preserving

Strike the pure and undeserving

Silver serving knives all in a line

Waiting to commit their crimes

Chiseled china dolls, their bitter meat

Stain red pearly canine teeth

Innocent innocent found

Misery misery bound

Penitence penitence

Sound the church bells

Burn the flowers

Call upon the darkest hours

Story teller’s pen unswerving

Strike the pure and undeserving

Don’t look down

Don’t look down

Don’t look down

Innocent innocent found

Misery miser bound

Penitence penitence

Sound the church bells

Burn the flowers

Call upon the darkest hours

Story teller’s pen submerging

Strike the pure and undeserving