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Head to Herod

from Head to Herod by Scotty

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It’s time to sell the restaurant
Invest all your money in gold
I’ve been panning on the Potomac in-swing
Where riches seem to elude me
I’ve heard it’s more fertile in California
Baby can we map this out
A wise prophet once said to a river-crazed psycho
You’re the only man that was listening
And the only teacher teaching

She said she loved dancing in the rain
And I can’t think of anything more stupid to say to me
She just parakeets
Any tired thing

I won’t give your head to Herod
Severed on a plate
And if I find some gold this winter
I’ll gift you what I make
I hope that shepherds pie
Tastes like I would often taste

And I’ll come and see you
Drenched and muddy
Shattered by the rain
And I don’t care if you’re sober
Don’t mind if you’re insane

Crippled I shake my wet coat greeting
I part my dripping hair
A wise prophet once said to
To a river-crazed psycho
You’re the only man that was there
And the rest are headed nowhere

And she said
That I ought to be ashamed
And I can’t think of anything
More perfect to say to me
I have devolved into
A very tired thing

I won’t serve your head to Herod
Severed on a plate
And if I find some gold this winter
I’ll keep all that I make
And I hope that Sheperds pie
Test just like
I would never taste

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from Head to Herod, released December 10, 2023

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