That humpbacked beast called sin waits just at the edge of sight.
If you turn your back he’s on you
Just like that green slime thing we saw that time on the midnight movie.
You got to pray and pray and pray some more.
Pray for the armor and the sword! Pray for the strength to prevail!
Well I think I saw that old beast out back in Mama’s garden just last evening.
Under the shadows by the willow tree come twilight
I squeezed my eyes up sideways and I saw him, dressed up just like Sunday in Preacher’s tail coat.
Even had a Bible flapping in the wind.
Wrapping arms around Mama
Till Pappy come round the bend in the old post road.