Chicken Head Hill

There’s a place not too far

From where you live.

This damn place will take all

You have to give.

Here, there’s no pretending and

You will not be sending

Your best wishes for no shit

To hit the fan.

Run off if you can but

You better have a plan

Because the devil’s in the details

On the mound wherever he hails,

Spilling blood to feed the ground

On Chicken Head Hill.