Bible, Candle and a Skull

Bastard son of the carnival strongman
Taught to fear the white rat by his great granddad
Still, he ain't no slouch at cramming them in
With a bullhorn in his hand

Formaldehyde's half empty, but he tops it off
With a bottle of burglar's wine
They beat a blind man to death with his own damn cane
On a jam-packed Saturday night

He's the devil's understudy
You know he's always ready
To fill in, in a pinch
Well, he'll try to be your buddy
Or maybe be your honey
Baby, just grab a little inch

He says the grinding wheel always gets the grease
Though the blade is bloody and dull
But your trouble flies with the greatest of ease
With a bible, a candle, and skull
That's a bible, a candle and skull

Well, equal parts floozy and flim-flam
She's the ugly one in her one-woman band
He ain't mister right, no, he's mister right now
He's my presidential confidence man

Kissing hands and shaking babies
From Herkimer to Hades, with his third-place trophy bride
Planting seeds of deception like a kudzu weed
Hold it out, drop it, run for your life

Well, even a two-headed fetus ought to have a good home
Not in the trunk where jumper cables belong
But hey, that's just the kind of thing that's gonna piss you off
Resist his bible, candle and skull
His bible, candle and skull

Well, the candle's snuffed, and there's nothing left
In the spotlight but bugs and bats
He took his one-drop rule complimentary mule
Down a dirt road to Arkansas
To his hometown of hope at last