Bill Ulsh - The Harvester Lyrics

Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Who's the baddest of them all?
Then They took Your life
With a steel switch blade knife

It's the "God of Disownence"
It's the "God of Sorrowness" n'
He just might pick You up
In a "hand-basket", but
He's come to visit us
Just like "The Harvester"
He's come to visit us gettin'
Ready for the feast, I say gettin'
Ready for the feast

Well, ever since You've been gone
And never made It back
They found You one the tracks
With a knife stuck in Your back

It's the "God of Disownence"
It's the "God of Sorrowness" n'
He just might pick You up
In a "hand-basket", but
He's come to visit us
Just like "The Harvester"
He's come to visit us gettin'
Ready for the feast, I say gettin'
Ready for the feast

Here's comes "Big Poppa"
With His "big buckled belt"
And here comes "lil' Jimmy" gettin'
Ready for the feast, I say
Gettin' ready for the feast