Hunter and His Hounds

Cicadas sing such a simple song Pavement smells of a fresh rain The heat crawls up and down my spine Haunting another Saturday I know exactly who you are now A poisonous ghost I know exactly who you are now A poisonous ghost March 5th, the hounds got their piece The deer lay in the pines Death smells in the red clay That smell never, never goes away I know exactly who you are now A poisonous ghost I know exactly who you are now A poisonous ghost On and on and on it goes On and on and on it goes On and on and on it goes Where it stops, no one even knows Maybe the Lord does Maybe the Lord does Maybe, maybe the Lord On and on and on it goes On and on and on it goes (maybe) On and on and on it goes On and on and on it goes On and on and on it goes On and on and on it goes On and on and on it goes