Last Fist
David Eugene Edwards
[Verse 1]
What are you about
Say something secret
In an old order hush
Trouble and suffering in a lovely rhythm
A homespun clapboard blackstrap thrush
[Chorus 1]
Devoted loyal
Undertake the toil
Beware of what comes natural
Undertake the spoil
In a fist
[Verse 2]
It was cruel
And it came all too natural
As a younger child
A headstrong folklore strawrifle crutch
Thresh a crop defiles
[Chorus 2]
Devoted loyal
Undertake the toil
Beware of what come natural
In a fist full of sand
It came natural in a fist
Full of land