Who'll a box for Black Paul? I'm on behalf of his soul I'd be beholdin' to ya all for a information Just a little indication, just who dig the hole?
When ya ransackin' his room, grabbin' anythin' that shines I throw the scraps down on a street all his books and his notes All his books and his notes and all the junk that he The whole fuckin' lot up in smoke
Ain't there nothin' anymore? someone will build a box for Black Paul?
They're shootin' off his guns, they're off their mouths Sayin' 'Fuck with us and die', fuck us and die Let's see that rat of fear go scuttle in skulls Cover that eye, cover frozen eye
Black puppet in a up against the stonin' wall Black puppet go to sleep, mama won't you anymore
of ants wade up the little red streams Are headin' for the pool Oh it's cruel, oh man it's hot Oh man, it's hot and some of those ants they clap to the spot
Who threw the stone at Black Paul?
Don't ask us say the and the hacks The pen and the quacks We just to get the facts Oh we come to get the facts
Here is the hammer build the scaffold and built the box Here is the shovel that dug a in this ground of rocks And here is the pile of stones and for each one God only knows, a blood rose grown and
These are the demon flowers These are the demon flowers Stand back everyone, blood everyone Blood black, stand
Who'll build a box for Paul? And carry it up the hill?
Not I said the widow, adjusting her I will not drive the nail or his puppet body home For I done one hundred times before Yes, one times or more
And why I dress his wounds? When he has my dress Nightly, across the floor
Who'll build a box for Black And who'll, carry it up the hill? Now who'll him in the black soil?
From the and the thickets Come the ghosts of his We love you, I you And this will not a bit
'Outta my eyes we shall rise to fall, to to glory Spring up the [Incomprehensible] Spring up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up death Up, up, up, up, up, up, up inhale its Yes, death those that favor death
Here is the and this is the inscription at bare lies Black Paul under the upper But above and beyond the flat fall there
And, and, and, and all the come on down And all you men and crowd around And all the old widows weeping their skites And all the little and the little boys And the with their pens poised
All the hullabaloo, all the All the hullabaloo, all the All the hullabaloo, all of the Clears his of Black Blood And Black Paul singin' a lonely boy
Well, I have one thousand tears And I've cried a thousand tears, true And the stormy night you know That I'm still them for you
Well, I had, I had a gal, she was so Red dress, long and red hair down And just ain't heaven that little girl hangin' around
Well, am I laughin' about bein' a bad The Lord knows I some good things too But I confess my soul will rest until you, until you've built Until you a box for my gal too, my gal too, my gal too