1953
Grease on her hands
And marks on her face
Stains on her blue jean overalls
She's ready to play the game
She got the bigger balls
You should know best
She will put one on your knee
And one on your chest
Cause baby, it is about
Who draws first
And who comes next
She never yell and
you will never tell
She comes out of the shed
hitting you hard first with
A heavy steel bar
Then with a sharp axe
She severs the body from
The head
Blood gushing out
Like an overflowing river dam
She holds a rusty red can
pouring fast from the spout
While lighting a cigarette
she will watch the flames
Burn hot like her smile and
Faster than a nineteen
fifty-three corvette