The Way of the Fallen

Album: Snake Farm

The Way of the Fallen


Down in Corpus Christi always around midnight

You’ll find the devil limpin’ along cause his shoes is too tight

His hair’s up in pigtails his whiskers are in braids

He’s talking about the promises he said God forgot He made


Oh the way of the fallen is hard

The way of the fallen is hard

The way of the fallen is hard

The way of the fallen is hard


Well the devil’s drinking whiskey he asked me for a match

He lit up a Salem and said my friends call me scratch.

You people act so high and mighty thinking your God’s pride and joy

You’re just a symbol from boxcars and put together like tinker toys




Well the devil’s got a billy goat and he feeds him marmalade

He comes from the world of the born to the world of the made

His eyes is always bloodshot he says he don’t give a damn

He’s mumbling that the world at large is just an elaborate scam




There’s tears in the devils eyes I ask what’s the matter

He said “These damn religions are spreading like pancake batter”

Then he took off his shoes and said “Perhaps I should mention”

I prefer to die with a bottle of wine without the comfort of religion





Written by Ray Wylie Hubbard 2005

Snake Farm Publishing (SESAC)